God has abandoned you, God, will eventually...
I stood in the flower field and watched the flowers wither
God says, become God
The clock of life is ticking, I indulge in the flower field
listen to me
i will disappear
i will return
Blue begonia flowers are flying and falling in my hand
I stretched out my hand to hold it, but it passed through my fingertips
That's an unanswered word from God
Mother is water, originally colorless
But I want to take her color back from God's hand
Concept: Blue Begonia withering alone in the darkness
