Can you forget
The flower on the windowsill urged me to wake up. I never told it that you would never come back.
The flowers on the windowsill listen to my sleep talk, like a blooming scar, reminding me that I can't let go.
Can you take your flowers? Can you give me a password and let me unlock the memories? Let me go. I don't want to struggle.
Can you take your flowers away? Can you stop me from being stupid? Why do you never wipe out the words you wrote on my palm?