#FORGIVE ME FOR MY BAD ENGLISH BECAUSE IT ISN'T MY FIRS LANGUAGE

[ry-ichi1]

𝓐 𝓡𝓸𝓼𝓮 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓙𝓮𝓻𝓾𝓼𝓪𝓵𝓮𝓶

Oh, Rose

The one who stand in the middle of the golden sand

Brave as its bright red crown to lead the command

People around it pay respect on its brave

And, it’s act to its people, protecting, like an eave

Oh, Rose

The poor one who still stand as the blight took over it bark

Its red crown once bright, slowly turn into dark

People around it start take the pity

But, in its ill body, still feisty

Oh, Rose

The one who can’t stand on the golden ground again

Its dark crown already fragile as porcelain

People don’t dare to touch, even the thorns are touchable

But, it still bright as its red crown once as it leaves fumble

Oh, Rose

Now look at you, rest under the land of heaven

Your once red bright crown bury into underneath of graven

But, people after you still cherish on your beauty

Yet, you still remembered in eternity