half of a love song

Flower accepts withering
Wind accepts searching
There are still some alright injuries in the heart
I accept your decision
Who will hold you tight
What song will you sing to make her happy
I wonder when the sky will turn sunny
Earth never stops for anyone
How happy your are tomorrow has nothing to do with me
Our love is a song half sung
Time changes the habit
Heals the wound
And cancels my qualification to think of you
Your blessing is half sweet, half bitter
Like the cold cocoa in my hand
The most, most regretful is always the unfinished
The song I could only sing half
Whether I'm happy tomorrow only concerns me
Our love is a song half sung
Time changes the habit
Heals the wound
And cancels my qualification to think of you
Your blessing is half sweet, half bitter
Like the cold cocoa in my hand
The most, most regretful is always the unfinished
Other half of the song