And you live your life your arms stretched out. Eye to eye when speaking. Enter rooms with joy shouts, happy to meeting. And bright, bright, bright, bright as yellow, warm as yellow. And I do want to be a rose. I do not wish to pale pink, but flower scarlet, flower gold. And no thorns to distance me, but be bright, bright, bright, bright as warm as yellow. Even if I'm shouting, even I'm shouting here inside. Even if shouting, do you see that I'm wanting, that I want to so so bright, bright, bright, bright as yellow, warm as yellow.