Darling, I don't want you to fetch me roses amidst those thorns. I don't want those red petals to lose their colour and get trapped in between the pages of my secret diary. I don't want to make memories that would easily turn into ashes. So darling, let's sit together watching the lovely roses bloom. As I sip the chamomile tea, you can smell the lavender from my hair. That's the memory I wish to treasure.
Sunshine marks her smile The zephyr takes in her vibe Roses smell like her breathing The cosmos in jealous of her beauty Ain't just my lover, My goddess of serenity, she is.