This burning rose in my hand
Just like love it begins to disband
It blows away as if it was in front of a blowing fan.
Days get darker nights get colder
My heart gets older.
A new rose in my hand
But this time,
I send it down the riverbed.
No more burning roses
My eyes close
And my heart opens.
In my hand now a white rose,
The right rose,
This is a bright rose.
I smell the scent of beauty when it's close to my nose.
This rose was rare
This rose taught me how to care
This girl makes me want to take the dare
Beauty like hers makes me realize life isn't fair
Her love is something I will always wear.