A clear blue sky, bird calls all around,
The white clouds sailing high, a single rose on the ground.
A single witness to a magical night,
A single evidence to a thing so perfectly right,
To a love so bright,
That no light can ever outshine.

A crow flies overhead, casting a dark shadow below,
And as a loose thread, so it unraveled the magical meadow.
For you see, our man cannot be with his lover,
As she has already been promised to another.
Being noble-born, she is bound to obey her father,
And our man? He's merely a no-one, I gather.

Winter is up ahead, with summer long dead.
Soon deep snows will smother the remains of a lone rose.
The love that once bloomed seems almost a dream,
As our pair went on their different paths.
But never will they forget one starlit night,
When wrong became right for once in their life.