Lycoris squamigera
We named it lovesickness flower.
The leaves and the flowers could not meet each other.
The leaves grow from the spring to a summer.
Then It wilt suddenly.
The flower stalk goes up from the land which there is nothing.
I had fallen in love, once she was everything to me.
Now the flower blossom
with my young day's broken heart.
Love 's gone far away with a old popsong
When I look at the flower,
it remind me of hope and despair of love.
Unspoken love knock my youngday's reminiscence
hidden in my secret mind.
Broken heart became flower