why am i so blue?

my flower is so true,
but why am i so blue?

the world doesn't go like this,
but the world doesn't go like that,
then how will the world go?

i only live because i live,
then i will die because i die,
but should i end my life soon?

and then i start questioning myself again,
why i rush?
why i rush?

because all of this,
will be worthless.

because all of the memories,
will be forgotten.

April.