Flower
Flowers are always a compliment when you bloom.
Various beetles always kiss you.
But when the flowers begin to wither all the beetles away from you
Stay alone.
The wood fell on one piece for a piece.
No more to praise you
No more adoring you
No more who seduces you
Remember the flower
When you bloom do not forget
Someday will wilt no price
Do not everyone flirt
Then you're easily deceived