Poetry talks about the rose behind a good tree-there is still glory on the other side.

? I said you are a bunch of roses;

? Brilliant red, charming,

? The breeze blows gently on you.

? You are one of those ten thousand flowers.

? Taking advantage of the bright sunshine,

? The green leaves are shining.

?

? This is intense, this is chic, and you are.

? A teenager, towards the distant.

? Cold wind, heavy rain ...

? Unable to delete your.

? Standing in the sun,

? Also, firm choice.

? The wind blows away thoughts, the rain breaks memories,

? I think it's time to hold you in my hand,

? Towards a bright future.

? Slow down, slow down,

? I want to keep this moment, because

? Unforgettable, unforgettable

? I hid the roses behind me,

I am always looking forward to dating you.