This is a yellow rose.

I never even saw a pair of headlights.

There is a yellow rose.

Even the sky was rosecolored.

You know, don't go painting it all rosycoloured for my benefit.

I see a lot of children. They are walking up and down stairs.

You could always paint the roses red.

The roses on exhibition are grouped together by colors.

When the sky will split asunder, and turn rosy like the dregs of annointing oil,

And when the heaven will split, it will appear like a rose painted red.

And when heaven is split asunder, and turns crimson like red leather

And when the heaven will be rent in sunder and will become rosy like Unto red hide.

Then when the heaven is rent asunder, and it becomes rosy or red like red oil, or red hide.

When the sky splits apart, and becomes rose, like paint.

(What will happen) when the heaven will be split asunder and will become crimson like leather?

And when the heaven splitteth asunder and becometh rosy like red hide

When the sky is split open, and turns crimson like tanned leather.

When the heaven splits asunder and turns crimson, like red leather.

And when the heaven is split open and becomes rose colored like oil

(On the Day of Judgment) when the heavens are rent asunder they will have a flowery color and flow like oil.

And when the heaven is rent asunder, and then becomes red like red hide.

When the sky is rent asunder, and becomes red like red leather,

When the sky is rent asunder, and it becomes red like ointment

The Rose

Right now everything is great. Everyone is happy. Everyone is in love.

What quirks lurk beneath those rosy cheeks?

A rose.

Your rosette?

Beneath the rose.

Bramble.

It signifies a pure love. Now that I look at you, you seem like a very gentle man.

What about a rose?

Red roses.

No spoilers, Edwin.

I like white roses better than red ones.

But I'm very discreet.

They're Arabian roses.

Give me two red roses and three white ones.

Wanna trade your rosy memory implants for my shitty childhood?

Good. The Cat betrayed me.

Christ in a rose.

Rachelle Garniez Quand il me prend dans ses bras Il me parle tout bas, Je vois la vie en rose. Il me dit des mots d'amour, Des mots de tous les jours, Et ca me fait quelque chose. Il est entre dans mon coeur Une part de bonheur Dont je connais la cause. C'est lui pour moi.

The roses are now in full bloom.

The roses are in full bloom.

The roses are in bloom.