I, once a beautiful
flower, all ones
wants to pluck.
now, am about
to wither.
This is my last
minute.
My petals are
about to fall.
They changed
from the pink color.
I can see the
other petals of pink
growing next to me.
Woh, that's beautiful..
So Then, I don't need to stay here again.
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