[Verse 1] That girl was precocious, like a rose in bloom, She never leaned on anyone. She learned early how love twists and cuts, Admits regret, but never speaks her sorrow. She is used to facing the night with open eyes, Stubbornly silent, face to face. She only wants to know which is darker— Her own heart or the night. [Pre-Chorus] Don’t ask her to believe love leaves no regret; “Love without regret” is far too absolute. She never thought love was the fairest thing; She says it’s all a disguise. [Chorus] Like a wild rose, with a fragile bloom, She wants to meet the dry season’s rain. So warm yet ambiguous, so almost true— She lets her intuition have its way. She keeps giving, and every gift has an improvised air; She doesn’t mind if her heart breaks. If you give your all and still turn cold and ashen, How exhausting that would be. [Verse 2] Like a ghost hiding in her heart, that decadent shade, It follows her like a phantom. Hurtful words always come from gentle lips— It all means nothing. [Pre-Chorus] Don’t ask her to believe love leaves no regret; “Love without regret” is far too absolute. She never thought love was the fairest thing; She says it’s all a disguise. [Chorus] Like a wild rose, with a fragile bloom, She wants to resist withering after she blooms. So warm yet ambiguous, so almost true— She lets her intuition fully speak. She keeps giving, and every gift has an improvised air; She doesn’t mind if her heart breaks. You give sincerely, yet end up cold and ashen. [Bridge] Like a wild rose, with a proud bloom, She wants to escape the seasons’ rule. So warm yet ambiguous, so almost true— She lets her intuition take its course. Every gift she gives leaves something to recall; That feeling lingers long. Like a hangover that won’t fade by dawn— [Outro] Think it over—she’s right. She says, “Who’s afraid of whom?”
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