Stars will close this flower’s profile,
Time had sprung it and time will erase,
In between today and the deadly tomorrow
There’s a starry night, only one is left,
Come for the last time to kill the sorrow,
Somewhere, anywhere for the last theft,
My pink color has become maroon,
A little of aroma still preserved,
My dried petals will scatter soon,
Here I am to be last time loved,
Before I fall and the wind scatters me,
Pluck me and place me in your love book,
Read, for the last time it may be,
Feel me, a little colorful I still look.