They say that this kind of love will never see the light of day. It is a withered rose growing in the mud and an abandoned skeleton in a black castle.
Rose skull, either love to death, or die to love
But they don't know that love and death are a pair of hangmen who have a tacit understanding.
He is a poor vampire whose family has declined.
He is a cold and cruel aloof devil.
Do you want to be a rose without thorns? Or the devil with broken wings?
You say there is only black in your world, so it is deeper than black and more lasting than death.
That's the color I love you for.
After going around in such a big circle, when we looked at each other, we realized,
All stories are just two words.