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