Modern poetry dedicated to the love of roses

Rose, rose

I really want to pick a rose in bud.

Suntan withered love.

But I can't bear to part with your sister.

The nail you raised.

But to challenge my cowardly heart.

Rose, rose

You drive people's minds.

A movie that faces the sky, confession

True confession

Those pale clouds

I'm afraid you are ashamed to run away.

Rose, rose

One, two, three.

I can't count them.

I had to get red in my eyes, a little bit.

Crush it in your heart

In the flowing blood

Afraid there will be a little bit of your soul.

Rose, rose

Since it is born of love, how can it be thorny?

Maybe that love?

It means love and hate.

It's still far and near.

Like bees and butterflies

Taste your sweetness

Kiss your flowers.

Rose, rose

One flower after another

Open as many as you want, open early and open late.

In this cloud world, matchmaking is marriage.

Who is smelling your fragrance?

Who stole your love?

You, don't be afraid, don't be afraid.

You can see the little man.

One by one, meeting you.

Take a faltering step