Farewell's Blossom Word: orange. Qu: orange peel At the end of the road you start to go Your figure fades away tears well in my soul. Fragments of memories, they start to roll. Our story reaches the parting pole. All that we had, now we must forego. The happy times past, turn into woe. The gentle wind blows, as if it would show. Parting is bitter, yet something will grow. Parting brings a flower, slowly budding in my heart. Though there are scars, it's the cost of a new start. The blooming flow At the end of the road you start to go Your figure fades away tears well in my soul. Fragments of memories, they start to roll. Our story reaches the parting pole. All that we had, now we must forego. The happy times past, turn into woe. The gentle wind blows, as if it would show. Parting is bitter, yet something will grow. Parting brings a flower, slowly budding in my heart. Though there are scars, it's the cost of a new start. The blooming flow Parting brings a flower, slowly budding in my heart. Though there are scars, it's the cost of a new start. The blooming flow