I walked through the hinterland,
among forgotten dreams, broken hearts, unfulfilled promises,
And many other litters of human wastes.
I walked and walked until I found the withered red rose.
I remember this rose, the rose I made with all my
dreams, desires, hopes and full of love.
The rose of my youthful dreams and first love.
The rose I made just for u.
I still remember that dazzling red color,
filled with all the precious hopes and dreams.
The sweet fragrance, mixed with the magic of first love.
And finally the thorns showed the barriers between us.
The rose I made just for u.
Too soft, too beautiful and too frail.
Can’t touch it, afraid that it would fall off.
Bees came in swarms, enchanted by the sweet fragrance.
But I kept them all away.
I kept it just for u.
Day turned to night and night turned to day,
and slowly but surely the rose began to crumble.
The dreams, hopes and magic everything began to wither away,
no matter how hard I tried to preserve my precious rose.
The rose I made just for u.
But I was so blind and so fool not to see that
u were making your own rose for someone else.
The love and dreams I hoped to share with u,
u gave them to someone else.
While your rose bloomed and enchanted someone else’s
garden,
the rose I made crumbled and died.
I don’t blame u anymore; I learned to live without these
dreams and love.
Now it joined here among other dead roses and hearts.
The rose I made just for u.
On some lonely days I walk down this murky paths,
Just to see this rose one more time.
Though withered and dead,
It still reminds me of my first love, it reminds me of u.
The rose I made just for u.
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