There are no roses without thorns, but there are many roses without thorns. I just want to tell a story that is not great. If I had to say what is special about this story, then I would say it is true. That real rose girl and that real relationship full of thorns, they often appear in my dreams now, so real and so fragile. I tried to touch that face in my dream that I hadn't seen for many years and had gradually become blurry, but with just one touch, the dream was shattered. It's like ripples on the lake, spreading out layer by layer, easily shaking my memory beyond recognition.