I went to pick the purple flowers
Wading through the tall grasses
There I met a person hiding
I asked: who are you, what are you doing?
He answered: I'm a murderer
On the run
I said: I won't expose you
I'm just picking purple flowers
For my little room
To have a taste of nature
He said: okay
Go
Here there are plenty of purple flowers
Pick a huge bunch
And keep your promise
I nodded
In the distance
I was to continue picking
Suddenly I saw
The flowers trembling
In front of my arm
Reaching out like somebody else's