Rose

Of her misfortunes he’s a clue.

He fails to understand her reason:

Enjoy your life. It’s not a prison.

That is the usual reply:

Be happy. Love will never die.

Once splendid symphony I heard

Once splendid symphony I heard.

It was the music of a soul.

And I was touched by every chord

And by the feelings on the whole.

It was like thunderbolt in camp.

And I restrained my tears hardly.

We always try to rub the lamp

And seldom do we something kindly.

What is the essence of the life?

And could we find at least connection

Between the passionate, vile strife

And the spiritual affection?

He came, he loved, he disappeared

He came, he loved, he disappeared.

Thanks God the strategy of men is cleared.