No matter how much you love it, a flower will soon decay,
For it's beauty last but a moment, and will be forgotten when it fades away.

No matter how much you love it, friendship cannot last forever,
It's duration is like that of a flower, and like one, it too will wither.

No matter how much you miss it, no matter how many tears you shed,
What's forgotten is lost forever, and forever will it stay dead.