Dead Roses

They were once so alive, but I guess only one survives in this romance.

I can not die.

I will not die. I am born to robotically change the living nation.

You can burn my roses, but my color will burn brighter in the fire.

Black, white, or pink you can see my true hue.

Love me in the morning, give me flowers.

Forget me the next, because like your flowers our love is dead.

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