Fill me with the blooming flower...

This time the night had been long,

I feel lost in the midst of sighs,

I do pray earnestly with folded hands, 

Eagerly waiting for a new sun to rise.

I got wounded, so am frightened,

I lost a piece of myself that very day,

I feel battered, I am frustrated, 

I am unable to find back my way.

This night is long and beautifully dark,

Starry, shining with a longing so deep,

And, here I am crying for the moon,

Counting sheep to fall asleep.

I do not need that rose with spine,

Indeed I wish for a bright sunflower,

Please shower me with sunshine,

Please fill me with the blooming flower.