The rose without petals.
How can you be a rose?
Without that red lips?
Without that enigmatic fragrance?
The rose without thorns
How can you live?
Without arms to greet strangers?
Without hands to live and say goodbye?
The rose without life.
My dearest sleeping beauty,
Please come back and kiss me.
Who would say smile to me?
Whenever you see me cry.
Whenever I see you cry.
Whenever you see me smile.
Whenever I see you smile.
This is sad,
This is reality.
My last hello,
And your first goodbye.
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