Love Is a Flower That Blooms and Withers

At first, I was born into a family where I wasn't loved, so when I grew up, I searched frantically for love.

After failing again and again, I began to fall apart.

All I wanted was someone who could love me.

Later, I treated love as a way to satisfy my desires.

As a result, I began to feel empty.

After witnessing so many fragments of painful lives, I eventually learned to love myself.

I want to be a flower that wilts again and again, yet blooms again each spring. I want to become a flower that blooms only for myself.