Getting hurt, finding yourself and healing, that's the cycle.
It may take a long time
to accept that everything was left in a single farewell,
to accept that the damage you did to me detonated a bomb that was inside me,
a bomb that had been made for years
full of lost causes.
Now, after the chaos, a flower is reborn, seemingly sensitive.
What nobody knows is what that flower has lived through.
And it has learned from his mistakes.
