The rose is a rose

THE ROSE IS A ROSE
Give it any name, it will remain a rose
Its brilliant color remains the dark red
The tears of night; the dew drops
The rain drops, drizzling and pouring
Get absorbed in the heart of the flower
Among the thorns, the rose remains the rose
You pluck it from the branch and decorate it
In a vase or crush it under your feet
Decorate the wedding seat of a bride
Or put it on the grave of a departed soul
The rose will remain the rose
With all its beauty and freshness