This rose can never die.
I hear you asking why.
This rose is your soul,
Like long-lasting coal,
Like treasurable gold,
Our hearts will never grow cold.
Everyone's smiles will keep us warm.
Just like the people who came before,
We will all age and grow old,
So please don't be fooled,
Your time will come soon,
But still, this rose will never die.
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