See the rose out there?
The one who stands alone, fragile and withered.
Its petals whiten, lose its color.
It never glows anymore whenever sunlight strikes, loses its beauty.
That rose is our love.
Can't you see it?
Is it too much if I ask you to keep the rose together?
Why you just walk out from the garden we built?
I am waiting and asking myself: what should I do?
Should I leave the rose without even see it for the last time?
Should I leave what we've ever promised?
What will you do?
Ask yourself. Be honest to you and me.
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