When Flowers Bloom and Fade in Dreams

How can there be a man like this in the world, saying he loves you while leaving you battered and bruised? And how can there be a man like this in the world, knowing the cup is poisoned yet still willing to drink, knowing the road is one-way yet still willing to walk it with you, knowing there is no return yet still willing to come and see you? If only life could remain as it was at first sight, when flowers bloomed and fell in dreams.