Withered flower,
Falling prey to time and elements,
Resisting the majesty of the burning sun;
But soon must fall,
...
O beautiful roses,
How difficult it is
To climb thy summit;
Thorned is the path,
...
Youth ... thou hast succumbed to time!
Thine eyes, as thy steps shortened.
Thy memory, forsaken!
Where is thy strength of yesteryears,
...