She reminds me of a flower.
A flower that is in bud and does not attract attention.
However, there was the powerful struggle at the moment when she opened up; the bright red when she was in full bloom.
I couldn't look away anymore, I couldn't stop loving her.
At this moment, I finally understood what it means to be deeply poisoned.
But I forgot, when love can no longer continue, when to let go, when there will be no worries.
"Forget me." I understand that sentence, it's not that you don't love me.
In fact, forgetting is also a kind of love!