You grew up (I think)
Sunshines burns you
Red apples and a infinite blue
Bad seeds drowned in medicine and alcohol
Petals falling down like tears
And the dew driffing down on your legs

Here's some memories

Feel the garden grows
in bloom right before your eyes
'cuz later the destiny
will put us apart

Turn off the Tv
The carnival has just begun
Moan baby, moan

'cuz the flowers are dead