When I passed you across
Through the same old road
I saw there falling
Two new dead Rose.
I thought of giving
Some water to one
But it told me that
It was forever gone.
Then I stood there
For a thousand year
It spoke so loud
But I couldn’t hear.
I couldn’t hear
No, I couldn’t hear.
Then I closed my eye
To imagine a last good bye
But the rose told me
That I deserve to die.
I thought it was
Just a lame old lie
Then the rose gave me
The last good bye !