Secret Garden — Moussy

Secret Garden

The birds that fly with the wind
They have no worries
Into the beautiful sun
They become a note
Like a diary written with a scented pencil
I hid my heart
But there is a shoulder I can lean on
It won’t get wet even when it rains

Forget the things of yesterday
Everyone gets things slightly wrong
There’s no such thing as a perfect person
Look at me, filled with mistakes and loneliness

Feels like I’ve been born again
After I met you
From the moment you accepted
My pitiful heart

Day by day, things will get better
Now that you’re watching over me
I must have strength, I must be happy
Like a flower that bloomed late
Let’s eat lunch together
In that place that just opened
I need to buy new shampoo
How about a mint scent like the morning sky?

I started to dream again
After I met you
From the moment you accepted
My pitiful heart

Monday and Tuesday, even in the spring
Even in the winter, right when the sun is about to set
Like a child holding a bird
Be happy, for me

After realizing this song was written for a friend
who suffered from depression,

its lyrics began to sound more tender—more alive to me.

And I, too, wanted to create something like that.

A world that smells of grass and feels like a fairytale—

an unnamed paradise where worry doesn’t exist,

where everything is soft, and no one is afraid.

So from now on, when I bring someone flowers,

I won’t have to carry them so carefully—

fearing with every step that each petal might bruise

before I even arrive.

Bouqet bag:
vegan leather strap,
embroidered mini letter,
3d printed sealing wax button

Garden hat:
antique archieved lace, embroidered mini letter,
3d printed snail and frog which means good luck

9th July

Secret Garden

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