a dying flower

why you've gone?
the place we used to be, a littele flowe's left.
who waters? who cares?
everything is still left.
nothing is eternal but everything can make something new.
before i die, what can i leave?
i can't leave you. i ain't kill the flower.
i'll stick the flower into my skin, so that it can spoil me.
red drops keep the flower fine.
maybe that will makes red rose.
we should lose everything....each