If I were just a nameless flower
Blooming in a field
Then I could simply
Let myself blow in the wind
But I was born to the destiny of the rose
Born to a brilliant and tempestuous life
The rose, the rose blooms nobly
The rose, the rose perishes beautifully
I wonder beneath which star
I am destined to perish
I have not been granted
An ordinary life
But I have been entrusted with the destiny of the rose
To always live my life aflame with passion
The rose, the rose blooms nobly
The rose, the rose perishes beautifully
I have been entrusted with the destiny of the rose
To always live my life aflame with passion
The rose, the rose blooms nobly
The rose, the rose perishes beautifully
(I love you, Oscar)