The cold winter rain in the bright spring day
in my arms, so it happened.
The bluest wind leads the string of smoke into a cloud
it almost as everything knew, this was the day

Surrounded by the gentle flowers
Her eyes were closed as if she was asleep

The rain has stopped, and in the bright spring sky,
She has returned to heaven

Surrounded by the gentle flowers
Her eyes were closed as if she was asleep

The day the white cloud turned its shape into hers
She has returned to heaven