Yumi decided that her relationship with Ulrich had been like a rose.
It grew into something beautiful. Looked upon by others with wonder, made them both happy.
Their rosy cheeks matched the color of said rose as they blushed furiously.
But the rose lost its red, as did the couple's cheeks. It wilted and drooped, bringing an air of uneasiness to the area around it.
Just as she and Ulrich had done.
But just like a rose, it would grow back, more beautiful than before.
Yumi would meet him under the moonlight and they would dance in the depths of the park.
The rose that was their love would sway in the shadowy wind, staying upright, but only just. In the end, everything just fine.
As Yumi stared into Ulrich's eyes, she let her thoughts wander to that wilting red rose.
But she found that now, she hated roses. Thy didn't deserve to compare with Ulrich.
She and Ulrich were like steel.
Their close bond was sometimes cold, but it was strong.
And, given the right polish, it would shine bright.
Yes, they were like steel.
Yumi dropped the rose and leapt into Ulrich's arms.
Roses weren't worthy of them.
She held him close, and their lips met in a passionate kiss.
Roses can't compare to steel.