Fleur, a name of Flowery-like, soon be departed

She goes home from the unworthy arms

Year older, wiser yet often tears diving free

The old ones hugs her miserably,

even i feel uneasy

Someone who is nobody, with flawed skin

The white skin, white skin, why always the bright?

Those hugs seems to inflict unpurity inside

What about the rest who no bright as sky?

Their chances taken away by slowly

And my Lord, this small section makes me spin

Like Saturn when she dances around the Sun

Yet her rings is had more dignity

Than those perfect who around me