She was my childhood playmate,
She was beautiful like flowers.
She was beautiful,
Full of whimsy;
She was lonely,
But I didn't know she was afraid of loneliness.
We grow up,
Gradually I rarely accompany her,
She was always lonely to stay in the corner of the room,
Playing with nails;
Sometimes,
Her arms and legs disappeared,
A few days later found again,
She loved the darkness,
But I didn't know she needs sunshine.
So one day,
She's dead,
I didn't know why;
Saw her dead,
I remembered and missed those time with her.
In my heart I know,
That one day,
she will be away from me,
As I had do to her.
So I gave her a little grave,
In the remaining part of small garden,
under the rose root,
She has a new name - Rose.
Many years later,
Because of my neglect,
The flowers in the garden all dead;
I dig them up by the roots,
Suddenly I remembered "Rose";
She was beautiful,
Full of whimsy.
But in front of me there's only a few golden hair now,
They are all she left to me,
the girl beautiful as flowers-Rose..
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