Hana

Resting your tired wings...
Burning with a bittersweet ache...
Always searching for the words that can heal
A heart like yours, filled with so many warriors.
This place feels too cramped, you’re worn out.
With those broken wings, you can’t take flight.
You can’t aim for the next flower...

If you can find a faint spring in the depths of late winter,
You’d be able to soar, so take your time and rest those wings.

Can you hear my voice in that tired heart?
For you, I send this song as a wish.
Listen until it can heal your wounds.

Can you entrust your dreams to the softly blooming flower? What about you now...

Laughter fills the street corners,
But still, something feels missing.
Just a little more until the unseen future,
I want to keep believing in what’s to come.

Can you hear my voice in that tired heart?
For you, I send this song as a wish.
Listen until it can heal your wounds.

I send my wishes to that tired heart.