The wind can't blow away
The flowers my tears have bloomed
They have destroyed my face
It's made another mask
Cracked and broken
Lay the ashes of my tears
They were supposed to be beautiful
They were supposed to bloom
Sheltered by the moonlit rain
They bloom as smiles
Instead of flowers
They laugh in my face
Open my cracks up
No flowers
But unblossomed tears
The embodiment of my real pain
The real flowers bloom in a forest
Of crying leaves
But even the trees have cracks
But it makes them beautiful
Aspired from my mask's ashes
The adhesive seals my cracked appearance
Hiding the unbloomed tears
And hiding my pain
