I promised the seed to care,
i grow the plant without a fear,
i spend my life in the garden,
i waited long for the season.
today a tall tree independently standing
i can see the riping fruits smiling
we are so good friends for a long
we together sang and danced a life song
when the tree grow older
i still see high as it is my dear
but that tree confirmed with me bold
my body will be burned with its wood
Ah, life is so cruel and unfair
i haven't tasted the fruits so far
now i understand why i grow the plant
in purpose to fire myself, is it good or bad?
Ah, life is cruel and unfair
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