原始歌词 (English)
The Flower in the Book
Within a dusty old book
Lies a withered flower
Although it's already dry
Continues telling a story
Crushed between two page
It still preserves its beautiful petals
In such a unique and lasting way
Under a fragile appearance
It has already lost its fragrance
And its color has faded, but…
I can feel its perfume in my memories.