Roses may wilt when the sun goes down,
But the moon will chase after them.
In the sky thy wing will fly high
Like a light brought by a glorious fire.
Be the seed inside that beloved rose,
Not a thorn with flesh and blood on edges,
For the world is filled with hopes and warmth,
As we go forth and walk the path of life.
If in the darkest loneliness thou exists,
Pain and suffering will soon be faced,
Look at the trust and strength possessed,
And none will conquer one's existence.
Emptiness may swallow, and blink, and smile.
Thus, make one weak and vulnerable
In the brink of moments of miseries it is,
Get a grip, make a stand for thy purpose!
Life will challenge and provoke all
Still, patience ceased the flames.
Whether it's the sun or the moon that leaves,
Be a star that shines without them.
