Footsteps eco from the fountain of youth,
as the last drop is crucial for those who seek
everlasting beauty

Their limbs twist and turn to catch scraps
hoping it will give them glory

Do they yearn for the troubled tradgedies of youth
or do the forget its hardships?

Society fools them with materialism, while their deaf ears
gladly enjoy and refuse to listen

Their hearts are like the soil of a red rose.
Above it grows the beautiful flowers,
while underneath are the ugly larvas.

But hope is yet not lost, for when the flower dies,
rain arrives and gives birth to a new ROSE.