Oh! You're a dilemma,
Left untouched,
Pages covered in dust.
If I wish to tear off these sorrows
I only hold them closer, thinking maybe tomorrow.
And if I wish to burn thy pages
I burn myself instead,
Oh, it's been ages!
Should I cover you with flowers?
Or should I bury you deep beneath the ground?
If you'll ever be lost,
Can you never be found?
If I let you go by mistake
Won't you ever come back?
If I wreck my withered soul,
Will this red rose turn into the rose of black?