True Beauty
True Beauty
The beauty of a rose is known when the sun rises,
If it survives in drought, then the roots are deep
The fragrance will save the shading leave
The dead plant will bring out the root
Weed may not be glad
Shadow shall not be
For the beauty of the flowers rest on the colors
It never fades
Because it wasn't fake
The farmer will rejoice for its works are not in vain.

