Or other people, or the world, the girl called them all impure.
She alone was enough, and there was no need for other flowers.
However, memories of the past destroyed her aloof heart.
There was no end to the brilliant things she experienced.
She came to know of the weakness in respecting beauty other than herself.
[Yeah, certainly I knew of love.
But my pride does not change.
I will get what is dear to me. I will nurture what is beautiful.
Using this plentiful love as a stepping stone, I will shine like the stars above the lake.
Is this not the greatest form of gratitude I can return,
To the person that I love?]
The queen of honey laughs audaciously.
All the while without trampling the flower that was given, embracing it as her treasure.