Vertical text: A rose is a flower with thorns. At first glance, it looks just like a rose.
Apart from those thorns and a brief spell of splendor, it has nothing at all.
It likes to grow in the wild, and always has a wild streak about it.
Who could have guessed that something so delicate could set off such a story and bring about such a legend?
At least what I saw was such sadness. What was there to be sad about? The sadness was only a little "selling a smile."
The beginning looks quite attractive... I'll stop it first...