А last flower

hana ga saita yo
hana ga hana ga saita yo
hidoku kaze ni obieta
daremo mita koto nai hana ga saiteita yo

hana ga saita yo
hana ga hana ga saita yo
hidoku kaze ni obieta
daremo mita koto nai hana ga saiteta yo da

hana ga hana ga saita yo
hana ga hana ga saita yo
mita koto nai hana ga saiteta yo

hana nado nai 
sore wa aru hazu mo nai to omottetara [bad word] sou [bad word] shitara hanagagagagagagaga aru da yo

daremo mita koto nai 
neiro hazu mo nai
saku hazu mo nai hana ga saiteta shi
soko ni yahari soko nite
shikari soko ni soko ni aru da yo

hana ga saita yo
hana ga hana ga saita yo
hidoku kaze ni obieta
daremo mita koto nai hana ga saiteita yo

The flower bloomed.
The flower, the flower bloomed.
It was terribly afraid of the wind.
Nobody had ever seen it before, and it bloomed.

The flower bloomed.
The flower, the flower bloomed.
It was terribly afraid of the wind.
Nobody had ever seen it before, and it seemed to bloom.

The flower, the flower bloomed.
The flower, the flower bloomed.
None had seen it before, and it seemed to bloom.

“There’s no flower.”
“There shouldn’t be a flower.”
Some were convinced it was so.
But they were wrong, and it was there.

None had ever seen it.
It should be harsh to listen to.
flower bloomed that should not have.
There it is, yes, there it is.

There it is.

The flower bloomed.
The flower, the flower bloomed.
It was terribly afraid of the wind.
Nobody had ever seen it before, and it bloomed.