There is the bloom behind the trees,
makes you fall onto your knees.
The beautifulness of this kind,
which everyone is used to find
and after that itÂ’ll make them blind.
Because this bloom itÂ’s not what it seems to be,
when it catch your heart, youÂ’ll never be free.
This kind will tore apart your hope,
you will feel the pain that you canÂ’t cope
and the rest of your life youÂ’ll mope Â… away.
And nothing can ever protect you from this end,
you will be shut in the darkened land.
Only the wise trees which are dreaming of the world, they know the same as sky above
that this bloom we called a love
(Pilgrim)