Vertical text: A rose is a thorny flower that looks like a rose when you first see it.
Except for the thorns and a moment of prosperity, it has nothing.
I like to grow up in the wild, and I always have a wild energy in my body.
With such a delicate thing, who can know what kind of stories she can set off and what kind of legends she can bring.
At least what I see is that kind of sadness, sadness is nothing, sadness is just a small "laughter".