A love story, 
So rushed, so fast, 
But who cares? 

Just two teenagers in love, 
Insecurities and butterflies,  

Felt so loved— 
Isn’t that right? 

Oh, that girl—what a fool! 
Thinking nothing would happen, 
But we were just flowers, 
Fated to wilt too soon. 

Stop hesitating— 
You’re not a fragile thorn! 
Bring him flowers, 
Love him fiercely, 
With everything you have. 

Now that you’re both gone, 
You’ll wish you had brought him flowers. 
Hush now, you’re the fool, 
A coward afraid to love, 
Choking on petals you brought upon yourself.