Throwing flowers on my face,don't think i will get hurt,
They can't even hurt me, you know why because the flowers sleeps on thorns,they are already wounded, how can wounded thing can hurt me...

Today i feels sarcastic how flowers plays an important part in our lives..
They were the witness of our beginning and ending..
They were there when i saw you first time, and they were here when I'm seeing you last time..

Verda☺