It was the rose
Who he misses
That once was his
Until one day he shattered it into pieces

It was the willow
Who he mistook for love
But he refuses to believe
That he's now in the sharp-edged of betrayal

The rose he was once longing for
Has grown itself into a magnificent one
Guarded by mischievous sacred shields
Even he can't divert any glance without causing his heart to hurt
But he'd do anything for his rose

And the willow too has grown
Into a dauntingly poisonous one
Also hazardous to touch
Even he's suffocating from the lies it built

He begin to wonder for the sake of love
For the guilt of breaking his rose
For misunderstanding his love

And he began to misses his rose once again
Though he doesn't deserve much
He's willing to get hurt to earn its love
It was his rose after all—
Who he hurt millions time harder a while ago