The rose withered,
The fallen flowers leave a delicate fragrance.
Black rose,
Beauty in despair.
You play a night waltz,
The sad black rose danced in response.
You pick up a petal and stare at it quietly,
And then put it on the keys without hesitation.
You asked softly: What does the black rose represent?
The clock on the wall ticked, and the hour hand pointed to midnight,
The clang sounds like an answer: desperate love and death.
You smiled, showing endless reluctance and despair.
Black rose flower,
Will be cherished in your memory.
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