I named the blue birthmark that formed on my ankle from the past as youth.
I stroke it every night, as if it were a sign of an enemy.
Are your thoughts clear? that's enough
Don't hate anything, sing in your heart
I don't want much, but I have a song in my heart
And finally, an unreliable prayer
I'll blow away the seeds that I've harbored to the point of regret.

No matter where I go, it's a flower
It's a flower that only blooms when you're lost.
A flower that can be used anywhere
A flower rooted in ideals

The ideal blooms after the rain