Hanahaki Syndrome

Just one more time, will you hold me in your arms?
Bouquets of golden daffodils, a decomposing love
Just one more time, kiss me underneath the stars
Our memories lie dying under old wisterias

Wilted petals faintly dyed a scarlet red
Here they settle on my tongue, but left unsaid
My heart's a wreck, thorns imprinted, bodies bled
Careless lamenting just keeps you in my head

You promised me that one day I'd wither in embrace
Buried in me a lying seed, an illness blooming from a need
You promised me a life through a superficial grace
Enacting scenes of disbelief, these flowers blooming from my grief

Just one more time, will you hold me in your arms?
Bouquets of golden daffodils, a decomposing love
Just one more time, kiss me underneath the stars
Our memories lie dying under old wisterias
Ah, the flora of my heart!
Ah, it's tearing me apart!

Porcelain lilies, somber relics they became
Though the scent lingers sweetly, things'll never be the same
I lie awake at night waiting for your sun kissed light
My body a greenhouse without an end in sight

You promised me that one day I'd wither in embrace
Buried in me a lying seed, an illness blooming from a need
You promised me a life through a superficial grace
Enacting scenes of disbelief, these flowers blooming from my grief

(Ah!) (Life, love death, connected by a thread)
(Become a blooming dread, behold, my garden!)
(Crystal clear, are the memories I fear)
(But something keeps me yearning for those fearful years)

(Life, love death, connected by a thread)
(Become a blooming dread, behold, my garden!)
(Crystal clear, are the memories I fear)
(But something keeps me yearning for those fearful years)

Just one more time, will you dry away my tears?
A sickly world unfurling from your final words to me
Just one more time, say "I love you," my dear
Chrysanthemums are blossoming for our eternity

Oh, one more time, will you hold me in your arms?
Bouquets of golden daffodils, a decomposing love
Just one more time, kiss me underneath the stars
Our memories lie dying under old wisterias

Ah-ah, the flora of my heart!
Ah-ah, it's tearing me apart!
(Ah, the flora of my heart)
(Ah, it's tearing me apart)