Rose is a bomb
People with wise always claim
Rose is a bomb
She causes things into ruin
Work and life
They fade away when she’s in bloom
When the silly tend to believe
Rose is God
Giving all when u feel lost
Sending hope when u are desperate
Oh, my rose inside…
Has been struggling for sprout
With passion, with desire
With his breath watering, his smile shining
Yet he was to be
a man with wise so someday he found
his wise and he claimed
Rose was bomb
Caused life into ruin
Work and future into ruin
Then, nothing left but cold wind
dry air, and silence dark
Then, my rose inside
Crying without sound
withering without a sign
Rose is God
Giving all when u feel lost
Sending hope when u are desperate
But, where is my rose again
Where is my rose again
Where is my silly boy
