The rose tree influenced the nightingale's cry.
roses in full blossom
As beautiful as ...
The serene expression on your face when you sleep in the cemetery.
I miss your eternal tears at that time
Named tears of love
Fall into withered petals
Sing a rose like a hymn
What kind of retrospect did you keep?
Feather thoughts are depicted in the wind.
Just like your sweet smile when you were young.
A hymn in the fluttering wind
Like the brilliant love of roses.
Blow up your spinning sea of flowers
Rose tree
The nightingale is still singing
Still singing your moving hymns
A rose that blooms quietly
Still contains
Your eternal tears
One of the rose series
I am a rose.
A cup full of melancholy and pain
God sent orders from heaven.
He made me king.
Managing the secrets of flowers and lovers
Now I have made laws.
I want you all to die in autumn.
Including me
We will die in the embrace of the earth.
We have no way out.
The second rose series
I smell your roses,
The life of a painful rose.
We come from the depths of the earth's suffering,
The earth has prepared its last supper,
The earth is kind enough to have our bodies.
I smell your roses,
The life of a painful rose.
Flowers bloom and fall can sum up our laziness,
All flowers bloom for burial,
We dig graves by hand.
I smell your roses,
The life of a painful rose.
Thorne used his stubbornness to make us shout:
The pain of this lump in the throat
And the joy of getting blood when passing through the body.
The third rose series
I have been instilled with the soul of roses since I was a child.
Pride grows thorns and opens angrily.
Life is just a dance in the void.
The beauty of loneliness does not need anyone to understand.
Happy people are always happy.
Painful is always painful.
Rose has a smile for a long time.
His splendor is in his blood.
The sun is beautiful, and so is the moon.
It should leave a little fragrance and comfort.
The world is immortal like a rose.
Roses die like the world.
The fourth rose series
Who taught me to sing?
Sing a sad song to the sunset
The wind of the times has touched my pain-
My idle ear
I died last night.
Embrace the jewel-like dew.
My melancholy smell
Will have the space of the whole century
Ross's grief is easy.
Happiness is extremely difficult.
You told me it was night.
Now I can't see the beautiful moon.
The fifth rose series
Live in a rose
Home withers in autumn.
The fate of all flowers
All the flowers will die.
My hometown is far away, and my dreams are far away.
How to find the depths of the stone?
Stones don't bloom.
Stone died a long time ago.
The sixth rose series
Roses are Homer's blind eyes.
With seven strings and horse bones
Roses are full of dark wine.
The dark flame of roses doesn't need your eyes.
There is a moon that you can't see tonight.
The willow was wet by moonlight.
There are willows as white as jade you can't see tonight.
Your fingers are hard.
Petals proudly point to the sky.
Fingers deep into the ground.