We were once the youth, carrying garlands of buttercups

Rebelling against the world and loving all but none

We protested and strayed from the life of grownups

The life we led became only a great run

You drew me in, enchanted me like red catchflies

Attraction grew like mayflowers and foxglove

With a white lilac summer radiant in the skies

Together, we grew cinquefoils and feelings of love

But our days can only ever last in a moment

Blue as crocus and meadow saffron we become

But even if baby's breath and chorchorus go absent

We will bear fruit like clusters of apple blossom

In our youth, we resisted, rose up against fate

Today, we carry the rosebuds that open future's gate