The flower looks a little ugly today
I shall always remember that the ugliness is not real ugliness
But mud that will be washed away by the rain
For the mud has no authority over the petals
Disgusting mud, the work of the beast
What power do you have over the flower
What power do you have when the rain falls on the petals
you are nothing but mud, mud that is despised by all!
I shall search for the cloud
And bring the flower to where the cloud is
When the time comes, the rain will fall
And your trace shall be seen no more!