This is a poem for you, Roselia
The one that chose not to stay
You've been gone for so long, Roselia
There's so many things I couldn't say

Sometimes, I visit your tombstone
I put a few flowers on it
Roselia, I feel so alone
I blame you, a little bit

I know, it's egoistic
But I miss you, Roselia
You made a mistake
But I still can smell you perfume in the bora

I never knew I would miss you
Or at least, not like that, you know
But missing you is what I do
Roselia, oh, why did you go?

Oh! I would leave my whole life behind
If it meant I could see you, one more day
My life wouldn't matter ; I really wouldn't mind
If it meant you would stay

But, Roselia... No
You're gone, and won't come back
Oh, you're the best friend I'll ever know
The day you died, I was taken aback

So, goodbye, buddy
Farewell, you're missed, friend
My heart is heavy, but I hope you're happy
Wherever you are ; Death is never the end...