You can complain that roses have thorns or,
Rejoice that thorns have roses.
I don't know now what is real,
Even the feelings I needed to feel.
Soon, these roses will wither.
Soon, these roses will leave her.
A week or two, how long it will live?
How much smile can it give?
I can't leave these roses beside your heart,
Because of the Violets that he gave.
I am strong, why should I fall apart?
It's a lie, I don't know how to be brave.
You can complain that violet is blue or,
Rejoice that violet is violet.
You can hide the beauty in an art,
But you can't hide the beauty in the heart.
There's so much in this one,
Unlike the roses that I beg for the sun.
He gave you so much of this,
And I can see that you are in bliss.
You can tell our differences,
But you can't see our carelessness.
I'm holding these two flowers with both hands,
So what will you pick? Roses or Violets?
