Ask a poem about roses written by a foreign poet. It seems to be from the nineteenth century. There is a leaf in the name. Please say thank you if you know!

When the bird path defines the sky, you look back at the sunset, and the rose of time appears in the disappearance.

The knife bends in the water, and you step on the flute to cross the bridge. It is the rose of time that cries in the plot.

When the bell is out of the sky, you are awakened by the sound of gongs in the east, and the rose of time blooms in the echo.

The mirror is always this moment, the door to rebirth, the sea and the rose of time.