I walk away as I forget what she’s done.
She tries to come but it drags her soul out
while I sway as I walk away.
You grab the flowers next to you, it reminds you of her.
As you look ahead there’s a coat, all in red.
It also reminds you of her,
how can a small action make a big tension
within one’s heart?
It’s like some kind of art, but it’s not appreciated.
Just like how she would mention
people not being seen fully,
I never understood what she meant by that.
She’s just like the colour red, just like a flower.
That’s all I see.