Surrounded by wide yonder's green,
silence, serene and beautiful scene.
Gardens of flowers as far as eyes can see,
plucking stalks of flowers under the tree.
Yes,No,Yes,No,Yes,No...Yes,
petals of flowers made a mess.
Is she cheating or is she not?
I'll finish the bouquet in the pot.
Sitting alone, felt like a fool,
letting myself being used like a tool.
Time will tick and pain will go,
I will give us another go.
*Plucking flowers*
