Imagination make you laughter
Hope will offer roses
Oh red rose, a beautiful red rose
The thorns wake you up from the dream
Do you blame the dream?
Or do you curse hope?
Which one, which one
Complicated thoughts close your eyes
Blood flows from your finger
Hope sometimes hurts
Don't pick it, don't pick it
Red roses say your hopes are bad
Let's dance above the plateau
Spin around of the flower garden
Look at the beauty roses down there
Don't try to have it, try to love it
Oh red rose...
Don't pick, don't hope to have
But hope the flower grows well
Then I am yours
Created by : aisfaqita