I am a black rose blooming in the sea of coal
I yearn for the bright spring and the gorgeous colors
But, this can only be an imaginary life
Because, I bloom next to the roaring machine
Blooming at the window for receiving miner’s lamp
Blooming in the rotating heavenly wheel
But this does not affect my yearning for beauty
I am a delicate rose
Growing quietly in the embrace of the sun
Like a happy bird
Flying freely above the traffic and crowds
If time never changes
I may become a beautiful rose
Flowing in the bustling streets
The scenery that decorates the city
A chance
I become a black rose
Walking through the shadows of unfamiliar buildings
For this reason, I suffer, feel depressed, and fall
Like a beautiful bird
Lost the clear sky
Time passes little by little
The color gradually disappears
The world outside is so exciting that it’s dizzying
Sometimes, I look at myself
Black leaves, black petals
I couldn’t help but burst into tears
Many flowers and plants that were with me
They are swaying in the warm spring breeze
They even complained
Popular colors disrupt young dreams
The seasons exile the fair face
I can’t suppress the sadness in my heart
Until one day, I saw coal
A black substance
At the moment of being thrown into the furnace
A drop of red tears flowed out
At that moment, I cried speechlessly
Shocking is more touching than beauty
I see people in the warmth of coal
Learn, sing, and live happily
Is this the coal I am familiar with
Are you afraid of coal staining your clean gloves?
I can’t imagine that in a thousand years of silence
How to grieve and sing
Coal, like a meteor sliding across the night sky
Lonely and noble, ordinary and mysterious
I am the black rose blooming in the sea of coal
Ordinary, simple, gentle woman like a mining area
Blooming in the eyes of coal.
In your eyes, I am the sonorous rose
Waiting for coal-black fingers
Because, coal will wait for me in the idiom that a hundred steps can cross the Yang
Wait for me to pierce the heart with an arrow and travel through the vast time and space