Red flower,
Dead flower.
Once aiming at the sky,
Now pointing down.
Once bright coloured,
And now darkened by time.
I was once adored,
And my heart wasn't only mine.
But you gave it back,
Making my red rose black.
The sweet rose scent is gone,
And so is the love.
Red flower,
Dead flower.
Red roses,
And black roses.
Once bright coloured,
Now darkened by time.
Once aiming at the sky,
Now pointing down.
