I saw a rose today.
Then went blind right away.
Everything turned black and white,
Except the color red.
Voices floated far away,
As if I was at another place.
Heartbeats went against my pace.
Lucky me could still smell to find my way.
But the scent was all over the place.
I was discouraged looking at the color red far away.
If not the thorns, I may touch its face,
wishing I could take care of it for the rest of my days.
But I must forbid this vain thoughts.
On my hands, this beauty will only fade away.
Keeping it, I also keep the sin.
Letting it go, and yet I’m doomed.
Because somewhere in my heart,
I have grown the rose since the first glance.