How are you going to end up if the rose you show off to everyone wilts one day?

The rose I flaunted will never wither, she may choose better soil one day, but she will still leave a fragrance in my heart.
When I flaunt it, I do not want to bind it, it blooms more beautiful and more colorful is my original intention. After all, too much sobriety how to revel in, too much abundance how to wither.
Love, originally is to give and pay, only want each other good, only afraid of their own give not enough, do not do enough.