All the season passes by,
Month, days, year passes by,
I'm the innocent or obscure
Nothing seems changing neither day nor night
Coz my rebel heart always burns inside
Once & many time comes and goes
There grows spiny thorn in Garden ROSE
I see many faces glowing around jest
All tired target were my best
Only wish for her who never meant for me
Like died nightingale;
Near white rose
Nearby little sprinkle goes
Making rose red for piercing little heart
Oh! She doesn't know my valentine thought
Wanting nothing just success of love;
Which many valentine chop
Red blood clot in my hand, drop on the way
I throw RED rose in the grave with coy
So I always remain a boy
My bone ache, heart burns; muscles tears
In the eve she cheers
With all hell and heaven;
Angle efface my name from pearl stone
As there is no love tone
I see now it just child game fun
I'm dead as you nightingale
As all my valentine fail;
So it's just vacant empty heart fill of ash
From birth to death ramble in dash! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
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