If I were to open up like a flower blooming, I'd shed my petals. I don't want to be like that. I'm fine with who I am. Never to open up. If I were happy, I'd shed my petals. What's the point of being happy if there is no happiness in life? I don't want to make a difference. I'm not going to change my attitude. Not now, not ever. If I did, I'd shed my petals. I'd shed my petals. They'd fall off one by one. Only in matter of seconds. I haven't quite gotten that far yet. I'm not bloomed. So I can't shed any petals. Any of my petals, if I had any. But if I were to shed my petals, then what would happen to me? well, I'd be gone in quicker than a second. I'd shed my petals.