"Crystals fall downward
The cold embrace from above
Saddens the whole soul

Then there warm light comes
Playing in his fingertips
Going through his skin

Some flowers surround
Gentle tickle of colors
Crowns the sad mountain

From the falling leaves
Vividness bids a farewell
Falls to the ground

There the heaven's cries
Tears are kissing everyone
Sliding down non-stop."— Rosé