Rose

Something touched my heart, maybe winds song, mayby sunshine.

I do nothing but I taste of the dream.

Images like a swing comes and goes through my lips.

I know. I know. I know. Baby I know.

But just listen. just listen.

Seasons are falling always.

And my name is rose.

Time sketched me and gone.

Just it's around and around me.

Beauty is not forever.

But it easily missunderstood when I was young.

I know. I know. I know. Baby I know.

But it makes me cry.

You know beacause my name my name is rose.

And then I will stay in the middle.

Something keeps me walk along with.

And then someday in my diary......

Such a foolish hope, such a foolish season goes.