Hundreds of roses have blossomed in your garden full of Maya
There is the radiant kiss of your gentle hand, as much as you have built.
Red, white flowers are blooming in your garden full of hundreds of pursuits
My eyes widen at the sight of the shrine,
Will you give me a blood rose in your hand?
Roses are as dear to me as you are
All my senses are intoxicated with latent desire.
Will you give me a white rose?
I will dry the smell and activate my heart.
Roses are blooming in your garden today
What a wonderful way to screw people over
Will you give me a rose in your own hand?
I also have thousands of poems like your rose
Like the rose blossoming in your ears, the cultivation of hundreds of poems grows in my chest.
If you give me a rose in your garden
I will also give you a lot of poems growing on my chest.
