When I am sad I always want to hold
a beautiful rose I admire most.
Standing still even in the night
and so I tell you and behold
'What a beautiful rose!'
How could I pick this precious rose
without endangering its beautiful roots
I wish, I hope that I am a rose
swaying alone as the wind blew so cold
Red, red rose is what you are
so I picked you up and put in my car
never ever wasting my precious time
smelling you and hold on tight
then i find
Oh rose, roses of mine, why thou had die...
Roses of Mine v2 ( 1978 )
by: Leonardo "Bobby" Abutin, Jr