Rose, harsh rose 
marred and with stint of petals, 
meagre flower, thin flowers  
sparse of leaf, 
more precious 
than a wet rose 
single on a stem 
you are caught in the drift. 
Stunted, with small leaf, 
you are flung on the sand, 
you are lifted 
in the crisp sand 
that drives in the wind.
Can the spice-rose 
drip such acrid fragrance 
hardened in a leaf
You are my sea rose， sea rose