No matter how much time passes, I can't allow myself to risk trying to forget. No matter how much nature changes, I can't forget that I was once a rose. Your rose isn't in the sunset; it doesn't protect me. Will I continue to love you, even if you're gone? As for me, I don't see a problem; I like myself a little. The only thing I ask is that you don't let the memory of how I was once a rose, just like the flower, die. A beautiful memory that saves me to this day, even if neither the rose nor the prince are here.