It’s okay to be where you want to be,
Even when the world asks you what you are supposed to be.
Choose yourself over you,
as there is nothing brighter than the sun behind the moon.
Pick those blossoms up, withered yet beautiful
Don’t forget that those worsened blooms were your baby.
You planted them, you watered them,
And then made beauty out of it.
So it’s you who chose to love, to leave, to be,
And when it comes to you there is still compassion in your eyes,
Every bit of your love is yours to give,
You can take it back before you get sick.
It’s okay to choose yourself even a hundred times,
There exists no happiness which doesn’t gleam from your eyes.