The nights were getting cold as I watched
how your beautiful eyes
shined when the fireworks erupted.
That was the moment I told you
I loved you.
Though I feared that my innocent heart would frail
I went ahead and be the gambler.
I never really knew
that we were the innocent ones.
Only after I endured a brutal winter
And felt the warmth of the sun
did I realize that you were just my autumn
who had me dying in the first place.
You said you’d buy me a flower shop
And that I’ll never be lonely.
But you never had the chance to see a single bud
blooming in front of me.
Maybe – just maybe
if you had met me
in the summertime
we would’ve watched each other blossom
into something wonderful on the next season.
Maybe – and just maybe
you would’ve loved me the right way I would’ve you.