Blood seeped deep into the ground.
Blue hills turned red.
Heavy rain can't change the color.
Just waiting to be changed.
Every person dead or left.
Cold wind blows the dust.
For a long time, no one will come here.
Only the memories on the hills.
A flower bloomed by itself.
Against the strong wind and rain.
No one is looking for it or cares about it.
Only silence on the hills.
The season has changed.
Gray snow is falling down.
Still, the hills look red.
How could it be changed to white?
Finally, spring comes again.
Small flowers are in bloom.
But no one is coming, no one is happy.
How many times should be bloomed and faded?
A flower bloomed by itself,
Against the strong wind and rain.
No one is looking for it or cares about it,
Only the silence on the hills.
A flower bloomed by itself,
Against the strong wind and rain.
No one is looking for it or cares about it,
Only the silence on the hills.