ไปฅๆœช็ถปๆ”พๅ‰ๅ‡‹้›ถ็š„่Šฑๆฏ”ๅ–ป็‚บๆœช่ชชๅ‡บๅฃ็š„็œŸ็›ธ๏ผŒๆŽข็ดขใ€Œๅฆ‚ๆžœใ€ไน‹้š™ไธญ็š„ๅญค็จๆ„Ÿใ€‚ Using the metaphor of a flower dying before it blooms to represent unspoken truths, this track explores the isolation within the gaps of "what if."โœจ ----- [Intro] ๆ€Ž้บผ่ƒฝไธๆœŸ็›ผ่‘— ๆœช็››ๆ”พ ๅฐฑๆญปๅŽป็š„่Šฑ [Chorus] ๅฏ่‹ฅๅคฉๅ†ทๆ™‚ ๆˆ‘่‹ฅๅช่‘—ๅค่กฃ ๅœจๆฏๅ€‹ๅฆ‚ๆžœไน‹้š™ๅ‘ผๅธ ไธ€็“ฃไธ€็“ฃ ๆŠŠๆฒ’่ชชๅ‡บๅฃๆขไปถ ่—ๅ›žๆณฅ่ฃก ๆŠ˜่ตทๆ˜ฏไนŸ้žไนŸ ่‡ชๆˆ‘็š„่Šฑ่ชž ้‚ฃๆทš่Šฑ ๆ˜ฏๅฆๅฏไปฅ ๆฏ”่ผƒๅฎนๆ˜“่ขซ็œ‹ๆธ… [Verse] ไปฐไธ€็‰‡็œ‹ไธๆ‡‚็š„ๅคฉ ้›ฒ็–Š่‘—้›ฒ ๆ“ฑๆทบ่ชฐ็š„ๅด่‡‰ ้ขจๆฒ’ๆœ‰ๅ†ๅ• ้‡่ค‡ๆŸ็จฎๅฎŒ็พŽๅ่ฆ‹ ่Šฑ้‚„ๆœช่งฃ ๅœๅœจไบ† ๅ‡‹่ฌไน‹ๅ‰ [Chorus] ๅฏ่‹ฅๅคฉๅ†ทๆ™‚ ๆˆ‘่‹ฅๅช่‘—ๅค่กฃ ๅœจๆฏๅ€‹ๅฆ‚ๆžœไน‹้š™ๅ‘ผๅธ ไธ€็“ฃไธ€็“ฃ ๆŠŠๆฒ’่ชชๅ‡บๅฃๆขไปถ ่—ๅ›žๆณฅ่ฃก ๆŠ˜่ตทๆ˜ฏไนŸ้žไนŸ ่‡ชๆˆ‘็š„่Šฑ่ชž ้‚ฃๆทš่Šฑ ๆ˜ฏๅฆๅฏไปฅ ๆฏ”่ผƒๅฎนๆ˜“่ขซ็œ‹ๆธ… [Interlude] [Outro] ๅฏ่‹ฅๅคฉๅ†ทๆ™‚ ๆˆ‘่‹ฅๅช่‘—ๅค่กฃ ๅœจๆฏๅ€‹ๅฆ‚ๆžœไน‹้š™ๅ‘ผๅธ ไธ€็“ฃไธ€็“ฃ ๆŠŠๆฒ’่ชชๅ‡บๅฃๆขไปถ ่—ๅ›žๆณฅ่ฃก ๆŠ˜่ตทๆ˜ฏไนŸ้žไนŸ ่‡ชๆˆ‘็š„่Šฑ่ชž ้‚ฃๆทš่Šฑ ๆ˜ฏๅฆๅฏไปฅ ๆฏ”่ผƒๅฎนๆ˜“่ขซ็œ‹ๆธ… ๆ€Ž้บผ่ƒฝไธๆœŸ็›ผ่‘— ๆญปๅŽป็š„่Šฑ ๅ†็››ๆ”พ ----- [Intro] How could I not long for The flower That dies before blooming [Chorus] But if the sky is cold and I am only wearing summer clothes I breathe in the gaps of every "if" Petal by petal, I bury the unspoken conditions back into the soil Folding the yes and no, my own flower language Would those tears be easier to see clearly? [Verse] I look up at a sky I cannot understand Clouds stacked upon clouds, whose profile is stranded The wind no longer asks, repeating some kind of perfect prejudice The flower remains undecided, stopped before it withers [Chorus] But if the sky is cold and I am only wearing summer clothes I breathe in the gaps of every "if" Petal by petal, I bury the unspoken conditions back into the soil Folding the yes and no, my own flower language Would those tears be easier to see clearly? [Interlude] [Outro] But if the sky is cold and I am only wearing summer clothes I breathe in the gaps of every "if" Petal by petal, I bury the unspoken conditions back into the soil Folding the yes and no, my own flower language Would those tears be easier to see clearly? How could I not long for The dead flower To bloom again