前几天我被玫瑰花扎了一下，
回头一看，
红色的玫瑰花正在冲着我，
柔媚闪着浓浓的笑意，
啊哦我明白了，
原来她是想叫我，
欣赏她的容颜与花香。
那玫瑰花是如梦如幻如美的娇柔，
我是那去点缀的那花的人吗？
那如虹上的彩色，
或如彩色铅笔勾画出来的图，
可是那只有红色，
那花的的花瓣如美丽的口唇，
似涂上一层薄薄的釉质，
是用我来扮作你的花蕊，
喷洒那美丽的花粉的异香。
A few days ago, I was pricked by a rose,
and when I looked back,
the red rose was facing me,
with a more and more soft and charming smile,
oh, I understand,
so she wanted me,
to appreciate her face and fragrance.
The rose is as delicate as a dream,
Am I the one who goes to decorate the flower?
Like the colors of the rainbow,
or as drawn in colored pencils,
But it was only red,
The petals of the flower are like beautiful lips,
Like a thin layer of enamel,
use me as your stamen,
Spray the scent of that beautiful pollen.
