the roses petals slowly fall, showering one and all, with joy and sorow, hope for a new tomorrow.
Each petal is as red as the fires flame, Great beauty without a name. The candles flame makes silloughettes, You wanted to share this dance so let's.
That shadow looks like a child playing, That one looks like a mother swaying, There's a bookeeper dusting a book, While a theif returns while he took.
Life is full of joy and pain, Now the petals come down like rain.