It’s all worth It
Paying my life as a price for a red, crimson rose,
It’s worth it, it really does
For the sake of rose represent pain
Signify joy and symbolizes love.
Love is more precious than emeralds,
Dearly than fine opals
More valuable than diamonds
Yet it cannot be weighted out in the balance of gold.
My love to you was like the rose from the eastern sky
While the mountain kiss the high heavens,
When the sunbeam clasps the field with all its power
That’s when I am here, with all my love.
My life was nothing, compare to you
I was small and brittle.
Beautiful notes out of my mouth was futile,
Yet Life of mine was meaningless without the presence of you
Love was often perfected by death,
Cos ’ love that dies not in the tomb.
I persist, I relinquish
My voice which sounds like water bubbling from a silver jar and
My life which was as sweet as the bluebells that hides in the valley.