A Rose full of spikes
Bloom at the third rain,
At Sixteenth night before Christmas eve,
A red one rise at first,
Drenched between million of falling raindrop,
And a girl look amazed with it.
The girl said: Öh, Look!, A beauty with shiny necklaces, and it is red.
She smile, touch, then bleeding.
She cries, run and sad.
The rose, a beauty,
First love, hurt her right at her heart,
At the first moment. Red rose.