It all seems so fragile
Or is it just my broken heart?
I wish to rest for a little while
Since my limbs are falling apart

I'm rotting inside, thus the surface cannot survive
Without getting permanent stains
The damage is done, it's time to move on

In the end it's all easier - the ugly side of spring
The mud will form a crust, no more scents of disgust

I've become a child again
See the world with different eyes
I noticed that after the rain
There's time for a whole new rice

In the end it's all easier - the ugly side of spring
The mud will form a crust, no more scents of disgust