Every spring, when the blossoms fall,

The valley turns white with petals.

She walks to the hill where they once stood

Before the old tree, silent witness from the woods

When they met last with picnic and glass

Perfect moment that couldn't last

The duty of war had fell

He had to leave, bid farewell

His hand were shaking, her heart stroke a chord

And under the moon both wished for his safe return home.

Oh dear blooming hills of spring,

Make sure he'll come back again please shield him!

The years do go by,

But the hope.... the hope does survive

And at the dawn of the year,

As the hills are blooming again,

The petals cloud the sky

And so she'll wish again tonight

Oh Bloomfall!

As you cover the grass like snow,

As the rivers carry their flow,

Please guide my prayer unto the sea

Oh Bloomfall!

Let the winds be your faithful guide,

And please bring him safely to my side,

He needs to come home

He needs to come back to me

Through the frost of winter and summers’ flame,

She climbed that hill, calling his name.

She kept laying gaze unto the land,

Each time reaching out for his unseen hand.

Though the whispers claimed his fate was gone

Her vow steadfast remained with every new sun.

For hope’s a flame that the dark can’t drown,

And Bloomfall’s crown would bring him round.

And thus at the dawn of the year,

As the hills are blooming again,

The petals cloud the sky

And so she'll wish again tonight

Oh Bloomfall!

As you cover the grass like snow,

As the rivers carry their flow,

Please guide my prayer unto the sea

Oh Bloomfall!

Let the winds be your faithful guide,

And please bring him safely to my side,

He needs to come home

He needs to come back to me

And as the valley's lost in white,

As the flowers fills the midnight sky,

As the morning start to arise, from far away,

I know he'll come back to me one day!

And we'll kiss under the Bloomfall...again!