✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Oh, pure white flower stained wine-like red.

Now us men & women alike will regret,

for our paths are now stained red,

an eternal reminder of all the bloodshed.

We can never forget, 

we will always feel a sense of regret.

We will try and run, 

but we can't hide.

for the pavement is cracked and the glass shattered.

Not for long all,

all that will remain will be our bones.

Our memories shall perish,

our things will also, vanquish,

and our feelings will fade.

Our souls will be all that remains.

We'll return to dust,

and when the wind blows everything just rusts.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧