A field with one thousand roses,
I only see one white flowering rose,
Obsession is only one white rose,
Obsession is only seeing you,
Blind to all others,
Using soju,
I create a mist,
That only surrounds you,
This, obsession with one white rose,
Is an impossible thing,
Sun shining through the mist,
Reflecting your love out to me,
But I can not see your face,
The sun is too bright,
Still I see a lovely white rose through the mist,
I want to grab hold,
But your thorns are too sharp,
How can I suffer knowing you exist, in the midst of my dreams,
That!
I will never be able to touch you,
Why am I obsessed with a single white flower?
When fate has sent to me a gift of 999 red roses?
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