The roses have lost their fragrance, but they still miss a person and a pain.
Two years ago, she was cowardly and fearful, but two years later, he was still pursuing her.
The angel whose wings have been broken is still beautiful.
The night is short, and there is a slight chill in the air.
And that hope was ignited by blazing heat,
About to pierce the hazy veil,
Bloom the brilliance it deserves.