Cactus

In the world full of roses,

I wish to be like a evergreen cactus,

Rising myself in the desert of your heart.

"Love"-I neither see it nor can feel it.

Love is the mirage of my desert. 

Many people come, Many leave.

Mirage plays its own role, Own scenario. 

I remain constant and observe them. 

Yes, I am the evergreen cactus.