Love Is a Flower That Blooms and Withers

At first, I was born into a family where I was not loved, so when I grew up, I was looking for love like crazy. After failing again and again, I began to collapse. I just want someone to love me. Later, I regarded love as the result of satisfying desires. As a result, I started to feel empty. After seeing a lot of painful fragments of life, I later learned to love myself. I want my flower to wither again and again and bloom again in the spring. I want to be a flower that blooms only for myself.