The countless blooms adorning the branches are trees are an enthralling tableau showcasing the beauty of spring. Those who have a neverending desire for such beauty will eventually broach a taboo. For whom do the ephemeral flowers bloom?
Wordlessly, they corrupt.
دون كلام ، تُفسد
In Stille... welken sie dahin.
Aquellos que se van 
erosionando en silencio...
Aquellos que se van 
erosionando en silencio....
Elles disparaissent
In silenzio, si corrompono.
Silentes, eles corroem.