You ask me if I will pick the flower on the precipice for you even I must fall off and die.

I say no.

I say so because I don't want to die. I don't wanna leave you.

My hands have to take your bag.

My legs have to travel with you.

My eyes have to look at you.

My mouth have to speak to you.

My arms have to hold you tight.

My body have to stay with you.

BUT...

If you find someone who you love him more than you love me one day,

then I'll pick that flower and give it to you, my beloved one.