Rose
Your thorns pierce the blood
Your trunk is strong with thorns
Your beautiful flowers are like a bidari
The beautiful rose was beautiful
Each of your eyelids is the hope for a cube
Look forward to tomorrow
Of course the storm will pass
Beautiful rose
Red white pink yellow
Various colors
Beauty to the pointy corners of the thorns
I want to be like you roses
Can protect you and be beautiful
Until no one will hurt me
Until no one will play with me
Beautiful rose
Kubisik twilight for you pumpkin
In order for the poem that I write it does not exist in the west
Want you to know I will always go home to you
Rose
Your smell reminds me
On someone who has become ash
Someone who is very rusty in heart
I have a rose
Until the red streets
Until a lie stabs
Died memories for you to save
Sometimes tired hearts cry
It's up until the sound is gone
Cry until the tears dry out
Just tired of tired
I will not forget
For every red rose you enter
Because at the end of loyalty I say
In each of my eyelids, my prayer anchored for you
Now everything is black
You are lost from black eyes
As strong as a black rose I can give
At dusk anchored where we are.
