Roses are gone
Now back
Visiting the hand that once held it
One by one your flower buds begin to take turns
Your color begins to emit how elegant your heart is
Thank you for asking
About how is this hand?
This hand is getting worn out since there's nothing you've got me
The fragments of the heart that have been destroyed by the thorns of the roses
piercing strong meld love
Now clinging back
Somehow it could happen
This heart is not attached to your karna
Rather the other roses
I hope you are happy with the present hand
has gripped you very tightly
