•Evolving•

That time will always come, the beautiful roses will die
and the pupils will rest before the next sunshine.
Many flowers will cry until the end of the night
reminiscing about some memorable times.

Many roses will die many roses will cry.
Many more will be born after every goodbye.
Let the petals evolved, let new petals be born.

Many roses will die, many roses will cry!

~Claudio Alvarado~