My Only Rose
With a red rose in my hand,
I went to my loved one.
Blissfulness was in my mind.
No other feelings could compare.
The door was shut.
Where my loved one gone?
Emptiness in my heart,
Like a fish in a dried-up pond.
Later, I met my loved one,
She was indifferent to me.
Why should I deserve to be like one?
I, who loved her more than me.
Now, I dare not give her my rose,
Being afraid that she would not value it.
By and by, the time withered my only rose.
If I gave her, would she throw away or accept it?
BaKoGi
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