Bright red rose petals are scattered on the black cross, and the music with a strong smell of death fills the ears. The night is so lonely and beautiful...
The corners of her raised lips were smiling like the most beautiful and evil black rose in the middle of the night. She only heard a plaintive voice lingering in her ears: "No matter how the years change, no matter how the stars are reborn and destroyed, if you push me away with your own hands, I will destroy you with my own hands..."