He holds the rose,
He spins the rose,
He looks down at the rose,
And smiles to himself,
He's waiting for her to come,
An hour had passed,
She still didn't show up,
He keeps waiting,
He trusts her,
He knows she would never break a promise,
Two hours had gone,
He looks around,
Searching for her beautiful figure,
But she is nowhere to be found,
Times after times of waiting,
He finally gave up,
His hope falls apart,
Crashing down into thousands of pieces,
Why is there hope if it will only break someone?
