Weapons will rust.
Flowers will fade.
Is it malice
That the only thing would last?

Dynasties turned to dust.
But autumn will be back.
Bound by hatred
That's not my fate.

Weapons will rust.
Flowers will fade.
Is it malice
That the only thing would last?

Dynasties turned to dust.
But autumn will be back.
Bound by hatred
That's not my fate.