Rose, you're so beautiful
your color is so appealing
everyone smiles at you
there's no one who grows tired
of admiring your beauty.
But none can see that your leaves
are like a cradle, collecting the rain's tears
but none can see because they don't want to
see nor know that you have thorns.
Your fragrance is very sweet,
it blends with the rain
everyone surrounds you
you bloom very beautifully,
like fanning butterflies.
Rose, uncover your wonderful lips
but hide your arrows.