I walked alone in the garden
I saw a flower that was beauty
Red, fresh, blossom is a rose
I was trying to take it but I held on
Because I was sure, you were mine
I watched you from distance
I spent my time to see you everyday
To be sure
There was no man who wanted you
I went back to my home
Felt so happy without undoubtedly
My life delighted by the flower
I decided not looking the moon in the day
Because the sun has already come
You are the rising and shine flower in my life
I am looking toward by turning the head
But there is something wrong with you
The flower is getting withered
I almost don’t know who you are
I hate you
I don’t trust in you anymore
I ask “why did you do that? ”
only time that answer me 'you are late to come'
if you want it, please pouring it everyday
The flower will be blossom again
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