I only obtained two harsh-grating flowers
If only I could find some that weren't so sour

One that if I lose
it would not hurt
One that if I keep
they would not leave

The flower I want will want me back
It will always stay pure and will not crack
I won't be left crying whenever they vanish
Cause this flower will never punish

I won't be fooled into thinking a ripped flower is pure
because that happened once and now I'm sure
when I find it it will be nice
one that doesn't come with a price

The thing that I always forget
is that a flower can only be pure for so long
It eventually rottens and breaks
and it is something I can't embrace

A flower eventually dies
and nothing will change that