The falling petals of the roseThe tinge of pink that glows
The fragrant part
It touches the heart
I walk about its bush
In my memories you stay
Your thought arrives without a push
Never knew I'll walk this way
The roses you gave
I saved them all
Then you were naive
I knew it all
Those roses now bring
you to me
You gripping my hand
Walking on the rose land
Not just a flower, not just beautiful
It was a magic you had done
Not just something superficial
It was comparative to none
The falling petals of the rose
The tinge of pink that glows
The fragrant part
It touches the heart..
