In the circles of our life,
We will never know how's the lovely flowers bloom,
We will never know how's the lovely flowers bloom,
Hows caterpillar changes into beauty,
Every living thing has it greatness so thus its weakness,
Though it is the biggest tree,
When thy roots is bitten it will fall apart,
Even it is the strongest wall,
When it is attack it falls apart,
Only the nature did not falls apart easily,
Thus living naturally as what we are,
Will be our strongest self,
Even in the eyes of others its not,
But we live on with our true self,
Rather then pretending to be someone we are not,
Within all the living creature,
There is no perfectness,
Flaw, who is without it..?