The Withers Rose

I met her
With a bundle of messy feelings
She was joining in the dark sense, but nobody else light it up
Some people told her that she spreads too much buds
But can't pick it up freely
Those buds are trapped
And knocked by thorns


I tell you now
Don't talk to her
She can gives you random respons
She just needs some water and a gloves
She knows her small field well
But again
She is trapped now


I asked her
Why don't you run away?
Without words, she gives me a rose
White rose
I said, what happened with this? It's withers rose
And she smile
Every day she watering it, caring it, keeping it
But not grow up
And she stubbornly refused  to leave
Until she is trapped

If she stands, let her stands
like a tree let his leaves fall down
If she cry, let her cry
Like a water poured out from teapot