Thomas Mures
This is the last rose in summer,
Bloom alone.
All her lovely companions
It has faded and disappeared.
She has no family,
There are no rosebuds nearby,
Reflect her blushing.
Or sigh for a sigh.
I won't leave you alone.
Haggard on the trunk,
Because lovely people are sleeping.
Go and sleep with them;
Therefore, I kindly dispersed.
Your leaves fall on the bed,
Where your garden partner
Lying dead without smell.
I'll catch up soon.
When friendship wanes,
From the shining circle of love
The jewel has fallen!
When the heart withers
Everything I like flies away.
Oh! Who will live in
Facing this bleak world alone?