This lovely rose,
You were once standing so tall,
Once had drops of shining dew.

This lovely rose,
Your color was once so bright,
Once so luminous.

This little rose,
Why are you lying on the cold floor?
Why are you trampled on the ground?

This little rose,
Why are you now so deep and so dark?

That red is like those drops of blood.

This lonely rose,
That crimson dark red stains your petal,
Like paint that will never be removed.

Oh lonely rose,
Please don’t tell me,
Is this how you got your color?