Flower Life

Women are like flowers, and every flower should bloom like a flower and pursue happiness, including love. So love, does it have to change because of the passage of time? Is the constant protection and persistence the so-called true love? We seek, we pursue, then? How can true love last forever? Like rain and dew on a piece of jewelry, does it retain only the momentary beauty and dependence? Or is the journey of pursuing true love twisted into the price of blood to finally wake up? Love, if we rely on each other, if it is just like the first meeting; love, if we cherish each other, if it is just like the first meeting.