Thirty one roses with a dead girl
And they smile with the blood
She is dead and the smile spreads
Like an ominous, cursing thud!
But she looks so alive so real
Still her smile spreads like a colorful ark
Still her statue is so beautiful
As if she could dance in the dark.
But there is no one to see
For our mind is not free
Thirty one roses and a dead girl
How much can they be!
