This is for thee,
My one and only rose,
Who's sitting next to the cliff,
Feeling the cool breeze,
I tried to come near you, but your thorns made me bleed
The wind whispher to my ear and said
Fly and be free
Your color is too bright, for my self that's too dense and light
For this love is for thee,
My one and only rose,
From the dandelion itself who always break and fall.