Deep inside me the scenes O' they flash through,
Like a wind that's blown away,
Doth lay a petal on the ground,
Nay I say,so were they who took a part of me along.

O' how bid me it went away,
Sprinkling on a little dust,
O' how bid me they went away,
And left in me their trails of love.
That cherish doth I in painful tears,
O' an ailment wilt thou bring?

O' sweet memories won't ever linger,
Let me feel thee once again.
Nay you won't, they've all gone home,
They were like wind that's blown away.

O' the scenes they flash through,
My eyes and they do trigger pain.
They are of past,I cannot change,
Ay! the broken petals lay.

When wilt I ever get a wish,
I'd do plead my past return,
-O' God bid me enter my past,
Just once again there're memories vast,
In past I'd live just once again,
With them I'ye got my pain sustain.
-But eh' they've gone too far away,
They've gone too far, thine hand won't reach.

O' the scenes that flash through,
They are to me a tickling pain,
O' wind if thou wilt come again,
To once more, thus join the petal,
Then yeh' my memories're not in vain,
The broken parts-they too will settle.

O' they're deep-deep inside,
O' the scenes that flash through,
Are like a wind that's blown away,
They've all gone their own way.