Yellow rose bud has a dream
Where you and I breathe one breath,
Connecting the mouth and knocking heart is heard,

The one on the movement of hands creates a groan.

Two hearts beat in time, and only one

Madness is like a melody,
The one that no words can describe us
Fads again dreamed of sleep.


In the play of music has views
That replaces the light sound of the flute,

Touching violin, flour pipes
From the inability to be our next centuries.


Yellow rose bud has a dream
Where you and I breathe one breath,
Where in the universe desires audible groan,

We petals feelings woven into bud.
We petals feelings entwined in bud ...
We petals feelings entwined in bud ...