If I were a poet, you are my most beautiful flowers.
If have no you in full bloom, I will not write down in the spring of the leaves and the girl.
Some people say that I can try to write the moon and rivers.
But in fact, they didn't make any sense.
Because, you are my only rose.
Even if they are like all over the sky star, I can only whisper to you.
The stars are too far away from me, I will only draw them down, and at the window, the head of a bed, in the heart, is you.
Sometimes I am lonely, I only have you a flower.
But you are in my poetry, if I lost you, I can't describe anything.
My dear miss rose, are you willing to accompany me?
I hope that I can say with you every day evening good night.