Roses are Red. Violets are Blue.
Somebody out there. Why still you?
Little flos are so beautiful. But they won’t grow up as big as a big Flos.
Big Flos are amazing.
Its fragrance makes sick.
Will not come in too far. Limited.
Inside, still not ready.
Those people are same.
Inside, still the right one.
Maybe I’m right.
Am I the star-crossed lovers?
Cause it’s still the big flos.