Drops of dew trickle down
The petals of a blossom of burning crimson
A rose that had grown with such resolve
I had always taken its thorns for granted
I didn’t mean to do it and yet I hurt you
Pushing you further away by reaching out
Wearing out our image of happiness beyond recognition
I miss you so much, my heart feels like it’s been ripped apart
I’m madly in love with you
Were this a dream I would tell you over and over again
As the stars sleep, my heart moans
Aah, I wonder why the rose cries with the coming of morning
The early evening breeze that tickles my hair
Carries the brief memories of our time together
A fragile and vain beauty
That will never again grace my fingertips
Not an everlasting image but always faltering
I miss you so much, I don’t know what’s gotten into me
Thinking that all I needed was to tell you I loved you
Were this a dream I would tell you over and over again, sweetly
I wouldn’t need anything else
Aah, I wonder why you’re crying again when the morning comes
I already know that when I close my eyes tonight, I’ll be seeing that last scene on repeat
My mind, my heart, my whole body contorts in agony thinking of you
I’m madly in love with you
But even now the rose’s thorns tighten around you
My only choice now is to drift between reality and dream
Never waking
I’m madly in love with you
Were this a dream I would tell you over and over again
As the stars sleep, my heart moans
Aah, I wonder why the rose cries with the coming of morning