Red roses bloom like the world’s passion and noise,
and you
quietly pure among them.
You do not belong to the fire,
yet I recognized you at once:
in my heart, you are forever my white moonlight.
Red roses bloom like the world’s passion and noise,
and you
quietly pure among them.
You do not belong to the fire,
yet I recognized you at once:
in my heart, you are forever my white moonlight.