Rando

If whiterose petals openup scattering oneby one

 Will the memories from thosedays be revived?

the night that the flowers bloom

The sweetyet painful redblood dripping downon the sinfulwhite rose

Staining it a new color,an ever lastingcolor. . .

Like following a shining thread, timeis quietly flowing

If I can walk through yourmoments for a second time

Then I want to becomea shadow andprotect you

Like howthe sky yearns for theearth,

The flowers waitfor the rain,

And thenight falls inlove with tomorrow

Will webe dyed bythe tender morning?

I yearned foryou so muchthat our heartsbecame one

If wecan relieve ourselves fromthis eternal slumber

And weshall be reborn

And ourlove shall become eternal

Let us see each othertonight

Come on, let's dancelike the scattered whitepetal in themerciless wind,

At our secrete rendezvous rando