What's yours will come to you,
Don't chase what's not yours,
Don't leave without for what you have come through.
The flower you see daily,
That beautiful flower
Yeah, it blooms
Then it blossoms.
But you know,
Withering is not so far
You know that the wind and storm won't stop-
For that one beautiful flower.
It will have to live with the suffering
And it will have to die when it's time.
Now consider the flowers you
And its cycle is your life
It's not just you suffering everything,
There are other couple billion flowers
Miseries aren't going anywhere,
They are part of our lives,
Being heavy on yourself won't solve your mess,
So, for the sake of the forgotten past
And for the bet of your future
Let it go
Accept your life
