The flowers that once came in the spring are gone, how can we forget, scent so sweet, colors so strong. A present was given, and all knew that all things must leave but why so soon? Blossoms may come, and then they will fall, the image not forgotten, never at all. So why did they leave when the season's just begun? Our minds search for answers, our hearts already won. We must go on, but we will always know that the flowers that once came in the spring are gone.