I think of a flower,
That blossoms after the rain,
I think of its beauty,
In the eyes of the lookers,
It is a pink rose.

Day comes day goes,
The sun rises and the sun sets,
Ever is our best,
Here we blossoms our future,
Our goals uplifted,
We know our dreams come true.

Never forget boldness of today,
And the day to come,
It is a pink rose,
Pink rose looking unto you means a lot,
The love care and kindness that you have.