I DREAMT ONCE AGAIN OF ROSE...

Me again saw a roses
Gentle smell and the color of hope,
The flowers of my happiness and distress,
The aspirations of all my dreams.

You used to be like roses.,
Both barbed and tender at the time,
And I can't forget,
The first time I met you.

I dreamt once again of these flowers,
I dreamt once again of those days,
And I can't figure,
Without you, I am sorry.