Life or death
It's my own choice
face your betrayal
I chose
only escape
Because I am Black Rose
I am incompetent as a copywriter... This is actually the time travel of an old woman!
The root is like a rose, with beautiful thorns blooming outward.
The fragrant bushes are tall and there are shelves, and the ground is red and mossy.
Go live and watch the idlers, the clear sky will bring butterflies from afar.
The peonies bloomed for a few days before disappearing into the dust.