Gentle kisses, sorrows no more;
a separate rose on the top of a hill-
manifested to the playground below in the valley.
It is the rose you miss;
it is the rose you honor;
it is the rose you wanted.
The rose amplified love which
I made no entrance until now.
I do not want that rose to die.

I am not in the mood for
studying war no more.
I want to give a rose to
all my enemies, and smile,
saying, love, manifested in me.
You want to cut down my rose,
remember it is my beauty you
will see no more.
That is your war, but I thank you!

I want to flourish with true love,
for which my life is offered to
the right person who deserves my beauty.
Even to the grave, I lay beside
the tombs of an afterlife with hope
that we can both live in eternity.
It is me who comes out to everyone,
no matter the sexuality, orientation, color, ***,
or other signs, for my beauty, is best.

Valentine's Day, Christmas Day: hollies and myself
get along with the hope that love will spread.
My hope is stronger than the war,
the war that lingers only kills me inside.
Why not share me with the fight,
let's see what kind of smile I can
put on his/her face. Without me, your
heart seems to not be fulfilled.
Let your rose bring the love you seek.