Her beautiful petals bloomed each year
As long as he kept her near
She was delicate but easy to maintain
With her petals opening even in the falling rain
At the end of the season
He stopped loving her for no reason
And did not admire the beauty she possessed
In her heart for him until her death
The spring sun shone on the morning dew
although cold and alone she knew
The flower blooms will begin
and someday someone will love her again