A sunrise, a flower in bloom, its beauty is love That's cut at the stem, and given to save A hidden, bittersweet hope That dwells deep within us all Waiting to be awakened A cloudless night A starless sky The darkness, a relief For the one who hide its tears The cry of the lonely The cry of the lovely The loss of me The rose of May Will reborn and thrive As the memory goes on Softly, the night goes away to a new day A sunrise, a flower in bloom, its beauty is love Waiting to be picked, to be awakened The cold morning dew Embracing the innocent's skin Withering and dying But waiting to be reborn To hear the melodies of life To smell the sweet perfume of hope And to come back to life A sunrise, a flower in bloom, its beauty is love