That rose is cold and distant, representing that the most precious thing in the world is love. When the hall is resplendent, hallucinations begin and all the servants illuminate their surroundings. But the castle is an ice and snow giant, as if every supreme king in the castle silently put down their scepter. The hand has been weathered, and I don't believe the face in the portrait.
Youth is like dewdrops, reflecting different rays of light. He believed in the witch's words and gradually fell into the crystal coffin for five years...
Purpose: literary criticism