On the lyrics of red rose

The season is fast and many flowers are blooming

The wind lingers, the clouds are in a daze, and the beautiful scenery is closed outside the gate

It's not until you're uncomfortable

It's no surprise that the flowers are in bloom and no one is coming

I sway with the wind and rain at night

I cry when I see the sun

I am a beautiful red rose

It's not a waste of spring

Blooming till dark

Treat yourself withered

I am a beautiful red rose

I hate God for not being beautiful

To be plucked from a bud; to be stripped from a stamen

Sad to give someone a rose

The earth is the bed, the sky is the quilt, the meteor is the tear

Sometimes wake up, sometimes drunk, wild geese fly back and forth

Happy and sad, spring is not bright

I don't regret the fading dream

Would rather be a piece of color to embellish the world

Don't want to sigh the world's right and wrong

I am a beautiful red rose

It's not a waste of spring

Blooming till dark

Treat yourself withered

I am a beautiful red rose

I hate God for not being beautiful

To be plucked from a bud; to be stripped from a stamen

Sad to give someone a rose

I am a beautiful red rose

It's not a waste of spring

Blooming till dark

Treat yourself withered

I am a beautiful red rose

I hate God for not being beautiful

To be plucked from a bud; to be stripped from a stamen

Sad to give someone a rose