The story of a red rose I got myself. I'll never forget you.
This red rose, the one still standing tall, I bought it to myself.
It's withering, bending, it's sick.
Angry petals, that were full of love, now making me blame myself.
From dark violet that used to be maroon, and red, after being pink.
Its green crown is blending with yellow... No,
It is golden. Like a queen, it's holding forward its own crown.
Glowing with its own pride, its beauty's fading slowly, only for the last moment to enjoy it's charm.
It's showing off, and i'm possessed...