A Rose With Thousand Thorns

Young and innocent, lonely and no one knows;
Nocturnal gives her monastic sorrow;
Smiles and laugh in the daylight;
Every color had shine so bright.

Struggled with demons he doesn't know;
Conquered foes on the doorsteps of her door;
Proven enough to show her bravery;
Endure too much to gain one's respect.

She is a rose in the midst of ricefields;
Exceptional as they mean to say;
Adorned and loved for exotic beauty;
She gives ecstacy to those who see.

Everyone wants to taste her sweetness;
Greedy heart steals her blissfulness;
When she'll be out in that business;
When she will receive that prestige?

Horned shadows sorrounds in her sleep;
Freedom and urge that most agitate;
Young heart that continue to bleed;
When her eyes will stop to rip?