Every lily is bittersweet.
She trims the stems then throws them away.
She thinks, «Nobody's end blooms blossoms.
How can I keep them?»
It’s only life.
It’s only life.
I promised you I’d hope for Heaven.
But maybe you’re just waiting for the right time to come back home.
She sits in the car, the radio sings.
Every song is singing to her, it seems.
«How does a life stop ending, How can I keep this?»
It’s only life.
It’s only life.
I promised you I’d hope for Heaven.
But maybe you’re just waiting for the right time to come back home.