Wonderful and fresh roses become fade .
| The rose bush had seen better days.
In that dawn the blossoms bloomed.
Sparkling with life, fresh dew on them,
They grow promptly to such sublime roses.
Rosewood petals crimped of purple and
With Carmen color spots.
Heavy perfume shakes the passersby;
In full euphoria they feel the ecstasy.
Flatteries they receive, lovers they get.
In full youth, they are careless about tomorrow.
Suddenly, wind appears and in a devastating tour,
Sweeps the roses and erases their youth.
The roses fade; all leave them they become orphans.
Tears take place of smiles.
Roses disappear forever; when
Their youth vanishes in a wink.