True Love

It's the thing that she ever had told me long ago

I threw away the flowers of the king on my head

I dragged her out of her place

I planted her so I could see her smile in the springtime in my way of selfishness

The wind blew her away, although me, Pine, tried my best

To imprisoned her in my Pool

Although in the thousand time, she ever tried to find the 95% of her DNA who still unknown out of here

It's just the evil needed of being Great and Pride

She was just like the purest, whitest, the most beautiful in her sincere face

She smiled to everything who has soul

(Surely not Hollow)

One day, she told me, she wanted to fly,

I saw her before she left, I tried my hard to stop her,

because her wings are surely too fragile.

My haru left me away,

Before I even had noticed.

From that time, I knew, I could watering her, gave fertilizer, took her in the golden light of the sunshine.

I could plant her in the golden pot, but she of course hid something between her beautiful petals.

She continued to fly away with her sacred wings

One day, I found the diamond in my necklace shattered

I knew, it was really a bad sign

She was broken, her wings and petals, looked dull.

Her crown faded away, the light in her eyes seemed to gone away

The eagle gave her to me

I called everything I could reach,

From the sky to the light, from the ground to the darkness

I wanted her to shine away, being the one who could stand for our everlasting memories.

Perhaps, it's just me who being stupid and cruel

I knew I was wrong to pet her like that.

I just wanted to enjoy her sweet light,

She never asked me just for her own favour

I knew even she never spoke those sacred air

I knew even she ignored my warning to fly

I always knew, that we had arrived the way to understanding the water and the stone in the river

Although we never spoke that statement

Now, it's the time

My haru comes back to me even I don't force her this time.

I will let her to fly with her own wings.

I will let her to shine with her own petals.

I will let her to play with the wind anytime she wants.

I won't imprison her again, those years I spent without her leaves made me almost half dead

(Death doesn't exist in heaven)

I hate my time of being alone

I hate my time of being so harsh on her.

We will fly with our wings together.

She will be happy of meeting her longing sibling

She will hug the ice, the orange, the rabbit happily.

Although she won't hug me, I always know that her petals and my roots always hold on, tightly to each other