Roses also style

Button your window door

Imagined, quietly flourishing

Dive into the flower garden, when spring

I don't know you're there, I don't know your name

Over the fence and wall with the intention of stealing

An impulse to wonder

A different view of the world beyond

It's some kind of missing parade

Seeing, not remembering

Really never seen before

Not because, you and all flowers

With or without thorns, round leaves

Or oval, or flat and narrow

Or silky soft long strips

Wait, when spring comes, may there be spring

You are like everything else in the world

You sprout, spit, and wear dew

When winter comes, of course, there is snow

You will also wither and fade with the leaves

I don't know these rules, so I'm surprised

I entered your world without saying hello

To see an uninvited guest sneak in

You are not surprised in the least

With a cold expression, with blood red

Can pierce one's heart, and fingers

I can't help it, I like blood red

Blending with fragrance, shaking off in the breeze

A spring and autumn of grass and trees, an encounter of human life

A scene more beautiful than any scenery

Timid, lest some heart convulsions

Long and leisurely, not to let you see my timidity

Wildly, only my thief's heart is revealed

Gently, the moment I take you into my arms

Fire, my body and mind burned by torch

---This is the end of my life.

At this point, I am no longer me

Even though my outer appearance is as open as it is

My heart, my soul, has disappeared