'House of Heart' built with 'Flowers and Birds'
I've been with the brush for 40 years
Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter
Spent those countless years without a word
When was the moment life was a bright flower
Childhood always tired of waiting
Painting was the heart
House of heart that warmed the empty heart
On each delicate petal
Held the longing in the heart
For each delicate little bird
Put the waiting in the heart
Thousands of petals
Brightly colored the cold soul
Rainbow-colored little birds
Sang a hope that has not yet come
Nostalgia and waiting for the flower water
Oozes out of each petal
In the back of the memories that did not heal
Flowers bloomed and birds stroll around
From the flower leaves that bloom and fall
As much as it hurts, flower water like new flesh oozes out
The flower blooms again
Remembered that thrilling moment
When life was a flower
Pouring out longing and hold on the hope that has not yet come
Melting the long wait
Dyeing it together
The house of my heart built with 'flowers and birds'
The moment when life blooms as a bright flower
As a ray of hope at the end of the dark tunnel
As the 'house of heart' for wounded souls