薄霧落下 路邊的小花醒了

風輕輕吹 把夜裡的傷收走

誰都不知道 她怎麼撐過黑暗

只看到清晨 一點微光在動

凋零是一場慢慢的夢

醒來以後 就會亮一點

像藏在土裡的願望

悄悄往上　悄悄的推開

世界翻身　塵土飄起

藥味散在空氣裡

可在深深的底下

一顆小小的心

還在跳　很輕

跳著自己的步伐 不急不忙

就算被覆蓋很多次

生命還是會向上推開

最暗的地方

也會長出一束光

對風說：「我在啊。」

冬天很白　很靜

像把世界調成靜音

小花在沉睡裡

慢慢織著 等待春天

那是她的祕密

藏得深　卻一直亮著 醒著

當第一道光落下

她會輕輕伸手

綻放不是吶喊

只是微微的回答

「我沒走遠 我只是想 再開一次。」

--English Lyrics--

Mist falls down,

the little roadside flower wakes.

The wind comes close,

and carries all her night-time aches.

No one ever knew

how she survived the dark alone—

they only saw the morning,

where a tiny light had grown.

Fading is a slow, slow dream,

and when she wakes, she shines a bit.

Like a wish the earth kept safe,

pushing softly,

pushing upward

through the quiet.

The world turns over,

dust drifts high,

a hint of medicine in the sky.

But deep beneath the heavy ground,

a tiny heart

keeps beating light—

moving at its own small pace,

never rushed, never tight.

Even when she’s buried deep,

life still finds a way to rise.

In the darkest hidden place,

a single ray begins to bloom—

and whispers to the wind,

“I’m here.”

Winter turns the world to white,

everything muted,

soft and still.

The flower sleeps and slowly weaves

the colors of the coming spring.

Her little secret, kept so deep—

quiet, glowing,

wide awake.

When the first light touches down,

she’ll lift her gentle hand.

Blooming isn’t loud at all—

it’s just a tender answer:

“I never left. I only wanted…to bloom again.”