No Name: Violet - バイオレット

In fields of violet, sorrow blooms, Each petal weeps, each shadow looms. Where once a joyous melody did play, Now silent whispers of a love's decay.

A hue once bright, now muted in pain, Echoes of loss, like tears in the rain. Beneath the violet sky, memories fade, Leaving behind an emptiness, unswayed.

Oh, violet petals, wilted and torn, In mournful silence, our hearts are worn. The color of dusk, of endings untold, In fields of violet, sorrow takes hold.