Just like the flowers sometimes we blossom and sometimes wither, showing different phases & colours all depending upon different seasons. We keep growing even when we whither & bear all the pain to blossom once again. Yes we are all different but yet all adorable & beautiful in our own ways, enjoying the rain in our veins we dance out of joy even in the hottest summer & coldest winter ever, again & again.
Dare not to enter the maze of her life. Its too complicated and messed-up, you will be so lost and forlorn there, that you will be unable to find yourself back.