Yellow bells hanging in the garden pots
Bowing her crown to honor those she sees
The wind blows, she sway and dance
The rain pours, she humbly bend her knees
prayed and thanked God for the blood
Seeping through her dying roots
Each drop, it skirts into each veins
and revive the dying soul inside
Rain! rain!
Why have you denied her now
When all have gone dry
her mother, her father, her friends
why now?
when the devil who calls himself sun raised her arrows
and strucked her so hard
with million stabs, she slowly dies
Poor yellow bells who wilts in summer with eyes
hoping to see her son and daughters.
Bowing her crown to honor those she sees
The wind blows, she sway and dance
The rain pours, she humbly bend her knees
prayed and thanked God for the blood
Seeping through her dying roots
Each drop, it skirts into each veins
and revive the dying soul inside
Rain! rain!
Why have you denied her now
When all have gone dry
her mother, her father, her friends
why now?
when the devil who calls himself sun raised her arrows
and strucked her so hard
with million stabs, she slowly dies
Poor yellow bells who wilts in summer with eyes
hoping to see her son and daughters.
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