She passed by and waved goodbye,
Then I'd remember her tears by and by.
As she laughs but for me she cries,
It makes the rose bloom, then it dies.
Reminiscing our good and and happy memories;
But i can remember our condemned memories!
Halt! 'Cause it hurts so much,
The dry rose had another munch!
The overflowing diamonds along my cheeks,
Glitter as they fall cause for you I seek.
Leave me now but return soon,
Then another withered rose died like a toon.
Wounded but I'll stand up my love!
And prove to you, I can fly like a dove.
Cause the water is now flowing continously,
Letting the last rose live, silent but continously.