[Verse 1] The rose lives by the window, hiding all its thorns, falling in love with the lily's sunny day. The rose sends its blush every day, hidden in the palm of its leaves. But the lily only bows its head, wiping away the morning chill from Little Bird. [Pre-Chorus] The wind blows through the garden, carrying the secret close. The rose thought that gaze would linger on her. She waits for an echo, waits for a word of favoritism, but hears the lily speak, Little Bird's name clearest. [Chorus] Rose likes lilies, the lily loves Little Bird. One flower blooms until its heart breaks, one flower waits in vain for a reply. Rose likes lilies, hiding its pain in its heart. But its most beautiful day is the day it loses you. [Verse] 2] Little Bird arrived with rain,feet were covered in mud and sweetness. Lilies would shield her from the wind and smile even more gently. The rose stood behind the fence, learning not to approach. She smelled spring darkening, petals falling into her palm. She wanted to say, "I'm fine too, I can walk with you far away," but the words caught in her throat, only the fragrance of flowers swirling around. [Pre-Chorus] The wind blew through the garden, carrying the secret close. The rose thought that gaze would linger on her. She waited for an echo, for a word of favoritism, but instead heard... Lily speaks of Little Bird's name most clearly [Chorus] The rose fell in love with the lily, the lily loved Little Bird. One flower bloomed until its heart broke, one flower waited in vain. The rose fell in love with the lily, hiding its pain in its heart, but its most beautiful day was the day it lost you. [Bridge] Later, the moonlight was pale, and the flowerpot learned to be silent. The rose finally understood that not all love can blossom into fruition. She buried her "I love you" in the soil, letting it grow into the next season for her. [Final Chorus] The rose fell in love with the lily, the lily loved Little Bird. One flower bloomed until its heart broke, one flower waited in vain. The rose fell in love with the lily, hiding its pain in its heart, but its final tenderness was only to bless you both. [Outro] The wind stopped in the garden, like an unfinished riddle. The rose lowered her head, yet still breathed for love.
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