She recently got a wound on her face

it will become a scar—a massive scar, I know it

In her eyes, it seems like the end of the world,

a vision of the apocalypse—as if all the flowers in the world suddenly disappeared.

But why, in my world, are all the flowers still the same?

The gathering of butterflies, a blue sky, and the extraordinary clouds.

I hold a dagger in my hand and deeply drag it across my face;

a river of red overflows onto the flowers, turning them into red roses.

It is Valentine’s Day, and I give you tons of roses.

Look! My beauty meets yours now.

You look so adored, the prettiest; no one can take it from you.

Beauty, beauty, beauty! It is all for you.