roseate

“Many moons have passed, 

And many suns have gone. 

Twice, roses have bloomed, 

And to the heaven 

Had she gone. 

Again, roses bloom in the Evergarden. 

A picture so dream-like, 

A moment lost in time. 

Red roses she used to love 

For its fragrance and beautiful red. 

But why is my heart so heavy? 

Why is it so painful? 

Pieces by pieces, 

The heart is torn apart 

By the thorn of roses. 

Lying down on the bed of rose,

With thorns now bathed in blood. 

The garden a crimson red. 

The last of consciousness fade away. 

Finally, our reunion at last.”