Love reminds me of roses. It looks pretty but they're are always some bad parts. If the rose lacks things, the petals fall of bit by bit until there are no more left and you have to throw it away. You let the thorns grow out, there will be too many and you'll get pricked. If you let yourself get pricked too many times, you will have to throw out the rose... no matter how beautiful it was. [or, perfuma goes to a party and falls in love again.] original title: show me heartbreak a thousand times. playlist for flower girl | \/ https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4AjMw3q3rncGpZX8Zz8vR2?si=xZEq4iJgRki_rjZlrsszOA