Yearn for the Camellia

Would I ever be you? I whisper

A camellia blooming in a bed of iris keeps me in ponder

for how long will I reflect your shine?
it's slowly dimming my glow

Your beauty and valor make everyone’s eyes shimmer

Would I ever be you? I wonder

I stood there on the stage like a camellia

Gathering everyone’s praises in a paraphernalia

I must say, the feeling caused me nausea

An artificial success this night will lead me to insomnia

For how long will I live to be the fruit of your shadow

Tons of applause for me cause it was you I window

My existence feels like your afterglow

My destiny’s already written, by now I should know

it's downright confusing...
it's downright draining...

But how about this little camellia wanting to grow

In the cold climate, she naivety says hello

Would it hurt if she wanted to break the status quo?

She wanted to be out of the snow, so she tiptoed

Then little Camellia was surprised

Life isn’t just a cold climate, it would not suffice

Turns out her guess wasn’t precise, not solely paradise

Doubts crept, “maybe I should have taken the advice”