The Rose

a conversation between mother and daughter

But look at the rose he gave me.
It means he loves me,
Doesn't it mother?

Watch the rose dear.

Why should I bother?

...

Mother! What has happened?
It is so black and withered!
Please tell me it's not dying!

Darling, never base true love on a flower.

Once the stem has been cut,
It can no longer grow.
From this point on,
It's fate is sealed.
This dear little flower,
Is a temporary fielder.