The huge full moon hangs in the sky,
The cold silver glow covers every corner.
Overnight,
The mixed emotions of love and hate,
Like the flower vine spreading everywhere,
The white rose blooms wantonly,
Declaring one's own elegance and elegance.
However,
The edge of the blade is colder than the clear light,
Drawing a beautiful but cruel arc in the silent night sky.
Rose-red blood spurted out,
The petals of the white rose are dyed red,
Achieving the ultimate thrilling temptation in the dark night.