Tiger lily or a rose You still have your place in the garden Appreciate the bluer notes Why is the simplest thing the hardest? ♪ What a thing it is to grow Flower, I tried so hard to open my mind No, I never meant to color you in Jet black, with a ballpoint pen The brilliance hurt my eyes I told you that I'm colorblind Blurry like the feeling in the ending of the summer Living in a memory, imagining another Early in the afternoon, the humblest of pleasures Feeling the inside of you, I know that I'll forget it ♪ It's disheartening After everything evaporates A lot of pain And all the words I sing And the perceptive things that I explain I haven't changed Blurry like the feeling in the ending of the summer Living in a memory, imagining another Early in the afternoon, the humblest of pleasures Feeling the inside of you, I know that I'll forget it