Daisy, it's strange how you become a
flower crown. Soon I will forget where I
put you, although it is always and all the
time on my head.

Forget me not, my chest can no longer feel
the hurt of longing. It was not a longing at
all from the first place, the place where we
stay but do not know each other.

Red rose, you wither, I notice. Now say,
isn't it useless for both of us to keep
changing the water in the vase? Some said
ice cubes would help, but it's been too late.

Jasmine, is it the whiteness or the scent of
the warm tea? I thought of growing you but
I am currently staying in a kind of cold
dorm and you may have some hypothermia.

Soil, and minerals, I would not glorify you
like that. You are no longer a God, I cut the
string connecting you and my lovely earth.
You are just a part of the world, a mere citizen.

*[The geographical errors are still there, not
here anymore, but the roof and all the nice
things we built are now a ruin. But that's it,
really. Let's discuss the opening hours.]