No red rose in all my garden!
“She said: ‘I will dance with you if you bring me a red rose.’ But in all my garden there are no red roses,” the young Student cried. The Nightingale heard him from her nest in an old tree. She looked out through the leaves and listened. “No red rose in all my garden!” he cried, and his beautiful eyes filled with tears. “Happiness depends on such little things! I have read everything that is written in books, but my life is unhappy because of a red rose.”