I am the flower, that grows in the sky
The immortal and beautiful essence
Where the God’s bright butterfly
Flying, dancing and singing the song about spring
I am the perfection of the God’s sense
But always dreaming of the freedom’s ring
Yes, I will bloom forever
Like a light of the God’s space
But maybe it will happen never
Now I am growing under the tree
Just let me be free…
We are all the part of God’s great plan, just like flowers…
But one of us is always dreaming about the freedom.
But it will never be given to him.
We are growing under the God’s tree…
But only one someday will be free