Ending the light, which we call 'love', Wandering, in the Darkness. Passing the illusion which we call dream. The nameless bloom scatters away. Destiny. Lost in a path, where there is no wind. Coming to a stop, Standing in the rain... Burning the short, life what they have. Who is that you smile softly for? Little Bloom. Being blown by the wind, under the red moonlight. Thinking of the old home, as the smell of grass rises. Two shadows run as the wind is strong. Even if they are gone blown by the wind. In the next life, they will repeat the same. As a nameless bloom, they scatter away...Destiny.Ending the light, which we call 'love', Wandering, in the Darkness. Passing the illusion which we call dream. The nameless bloom scatters away. Destiny. Lost in a path, where there is no wind. Coming to a stop, Standing in the rain... Burning the short, life what they have. Who is that you smile softly for? Little Bloom. Being blown by the wind, under the red moonlight. Thinking of the old home, as the smell of grass rises. Two shadows run as the wind is strong. Even if they are gone blown by the wind. In the next life, they will repeat the same. As a nameless bloom, they scatter away...Destiny.