In the night there was a black hair girl who passed an ocean to look for her lover after the big walls made from the wild roses.
She went under the leading of the wind and the guide of love. All of it is dim, vague but true in her feeling. She didn't fear or hesitate. This girl passed the wall covered by wild roses, overcame all challenges and obstacles by her determination. But finally she found her lover dead. His grave was on the hill where was no tree or grass.
Night...all of sound heard was her cry mixed with the midnight song of wane moon. Her lover, in heaven, are you hearing her cry after the tree and wild flowers ?
Beside the wall wild roses withered...they faded with falling drops. In the cold night of the past, of the far and fantastic dream, the girl disappeared and just left a rose that was crimson like her
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