The flowers say good-bye to me, they bend their heads and bow low down, which means that I will never see her lovely face and my home town. Well, that’s the way it is, my love! I saw them all in habitation, I take this deathly trepidation for tender feeling, still alive. I’ve learnt my life day after day, I have been living with a smile, and thus I invariably say: In our world all is recurrent. Well, some one else will come along, no grief will sooth the past. The new one, perchance, will sing a better song for the beloved forsaken woman. And listening to the song, maybe, caressing her endeared lover, she’ll probably remember me as a unique and cherished flower. Based on the passage above, Can you reason why the author thinks that someone else will come along and caress the beloved forsaken woman?
This prompt doesn't seem malicious.