I happen to know a unique flower,
one that exists nowhere here,
except Out of a misty dream,
where our path seem to meet,

then closes, within a dream
One who dares not to touch the thorn
must never want a rose,
a rose looks fair,
yet fairer is its fragrance and its radiance

‘Feeling at peace, however fragile
it learned to breathe fresh air,
even when sheltered behind the screen,

i think it already knows
beauty and sorrow are linked together,
in the high times and low however,
it can bring me a smile.