A rose in winter A single rose can be in my garden A single friend, my world Life is a rose, beware of the thorns The rose speaks of love silently in language known to the heart Beauty without virtue is like a rose without scent Love is like a rose It looks beautiful on the outside But there is always pain hidden somewhere Life is like a rose garden Watch for the thorns and keep the pest dust handy Thorn defends the rose harming only those who would steal the blossom Man is harder than iron Stronger than stone and more fragile than rose But friendship is the breathing rose with sweets in every fold He who wants a rose must respect the thorn There is nothing more difficult For a truly creative painter than to paint a rose Because before he can do so He has first to forget all the roses that were ever painted The optimist sees the rose and not its thorn The pessimist stares at the thorns Oblivious to the rose
A rose in winter
返信削除A single rose can be in my garden
A single friend, my world
Life is a rose, beware of the thorns
The rose speaks of love silently in language known to the heart
Beauty without virtue is like a rose without scent
Love is like a rose
It looks beautiful on the outside
But there is always pain hidden somewhere
Life is like a rose garden
Watch for the thorns and keep the pest dust handy
Thorn defends the rose harming only those who would steal the blossom
Man is harder than iron
Stronger than stone and more fragile than rose
But friendship is the breathing rose with sweets in every fold
He who wants a rose must respect the thorn
There is nothing more difficult
For a truly creative painter than to paint a rose
Because before he can do so
He has first to forget all the roses that were ever painted
The optimist sees the rose and not its thorn
The pessimist stares at the thorns
Oblivious to the rose