I have achieved my purpose and gone through a process of maturation and growth, showcasing my beauty to others. However, I now feel drained of energy and compared to a wilted rose, as my beauty has faded. It seems I have lost touch with what once gave me life. I am seen as lifeless, like a dead rose. In time, I will decay, but my offspring will continue to thrive. Nearby, other roses are flourishing. There is not much else to say about my existence, as it has come to an end.