Qiao Lin&Qiu Shengmu
He received another letter, the same letter, no address, no postmark.
Open it, and inside is a piece of letter paper with a rose painted on it, and nothing else. The man sneered and dropped the letter into the trash can in the corner.
After a while, he picked up the letter from the trash can with one hand, opened the drawer and put it in.
Inside, there are countless pieces of identical letter paper.
The man did not close the drawer immediately. He looked at the same roses and murmured: "What is this, atonement?!"
He didn't know that someone was standing by his window, hiding in the shadows and answering softly: "No, not atonement."
"Wenn du dich wieder in mich verlieben kannst."
"Wenn du mich noch mal küssen könntest."
"Wenn du könntest..."
Roses are never for atonement, they are the never-ending confession in my heart...
Intention: Love is separation