A lone peony, grows by the wintry, plum blossom tree.
I may let you grieve, over my songs, however it's a happy ending.
Petals like drops of blood, rising like flames above.
Let the plum blossom tree sing of it's belove.
Though little did the plum tree know, it was the peony who was yearning of.
Unlike the past, plum tree doesn't sprout steel like leaves.
Unlike the past, peony doesn't need to be like spark against the steel like plum tree.
In honor of, being free, allow me to sing to thee.
Because when a peony grows near a wintry plum tree, they both bloom so lively.
Now let us put this story to sleep, or maybe you can see.