I know why love does not last

Roses wither, roses die.
If flowers had enough light, if flowers had enough rain,
They’d blossom and not sigh
But the garden is lifeless and in vain.

If hearts didn’t grow old, if hearts didn’t feel cold
I swear, it would be springtime;
But it feels as though as winter, no light to cover from the cold
And red roses wither in the meantime.

But love, just like seasons, comes and goes
It does not last, but feeds on lust.
If love is true, why it sees?
For love is life, it falls into pieces and ceases.