I see the rose that"s standing near.
The sun is shining, so it grows.
I wonder if my love is clear,
My love to pretty little rose.

I talk to her I pour on water
But flower doesn"t say a word.
I"d like to make the feelings hotter
But in my heart I see the sword.

My life has made me more pacific
And I forgot the same old stuff
And rose. The truth was so terrific:
The flower can not fall in love.