At the moment you saw your ‘most beloved’, your expression looked languish and hesitant.
For you who loved every single flower, and was the owner of them all, it was the only flower you could not touch.
You were so demure in the face of that flower, foolish, despicable, fragile–but you became so pure it was maddening.
You always gave your all to all the flowers who expressed their love for you, never asking for any repayments. However, that was the only one you yearned for with your entire soul.