Rose blooms, she strides, she fades away...
Her crispy petals crackle on the ground,
Wild nature laughs at her
As she rots beneath the soil
Day by day, month by month, year by year...
Sunset overpowers her;
It destroys her completely...

The wishing well stands proudly
Waiting, just waiting...
Curiosity surrounds the flower
Gradually filling her vast emotions
Exactly like the wishing well
Day by day, month by month, year by year
It ripples dribbling water
Forever, forever, infinity...