I was that beautiful flower.
You found in the garden of pleasure.
You smelled its fragrance.
Every part of me you said was wonderful.
Oh! But how could you have been so reckless as
to crush that beautiful flower?

I was happy in that garden
In that garden where there was pleasure
Your eyes worshiped me
You gave an essence to my living
Oh! But how could you have been so reckless as
to crush that beautiful flower?

I was a beauty in that garden
Where every dream was a pleasure
My presence you said was a treasure
You gave will, strength and courage to live.
Oh! But how could you have been so reckless as
to crush that beautiful flower?

I was that heavenly flower
Untouched by an creatures of whim.
But alas! You were only a colourful butterfly
who flitted by and gave me only selfish pain.
What your senseless self had begotten,
by making me withered and colourless.
Oh! But how could you have been so reckless as
to crush that beautiful flower?