Roses bloom elsewhere
The breath of July is dormant in my body and mind,
The lemon in the black tea, and the water that is constantly added,
are like my love that is getting weaker and weaker!
Between the two red lips,
the rose reveals its many petals, embracing the light,
embracing the wind, rain, thunder and lightning,
my rose blooms elsewhere.
The wind between the lips, year after year,
brings warm love to us,
But no one can stay at this night,
The candle in front of the mirror reflects the quiet flame,
My rose blooms elsewhere.
The night when I met you,
was similar to the dreams I had had for so many years.
The memories of the past flowed from the left ear to the right ear.
The love of the past moved from the palm to the chest.
My rose was once so delicate and beautiful,
My love, Like a silk flower being discarded,
my rose bloomed elsewhere.
Where did my rose bloom?
I felt the lightness of the promise,
It was so light that it was unbearable,
Like the feathers in the wind, the grains of sand in the rain,
On this ordinary night,
put my face on the pillow, thinking about the bright and dark things in the distance. Which one of the lights belongs to me?
Where did my rose bloom?
