He had locked away his heart, which she wanted to explore.
Reckless as she was, for breaking the door.

He couldn't help but let his guard down,
still, he had doubts she was fooling around.

Barren land was his heart that he didn't give a damn about,
She made the flowers bloom slowly, covering up his doubt.

Old memories made him tremble at the sight of new bloom,
A flowery scent that gently soothed him, reminded of her favorite perfume.

A beautiful spring that might someday change to a cold winter,
Still, these thoughts couldn't stop the girl from making his heart flicker.

He could pluck the moon and stars if she wanted him to,
Heights were his weakness,
but it couldn't stop him from making her dreams come true.