Picking up the petals of the rose, my fingers were stained with a slight sweet fragrance. Some people say this is the taste of happiness, but such a happiness floats between reality and falsehood, full of tenderness and cruelty.
As the days go by, all the smiles are like fairy tales, beautiful and pure white. However, in the next second, they will be broken and fragile, covering all the darkness with pure white, cruel, drowning all the breath of life.
The flexible and precise movements, the graceful and gorgeous posture, clearly demarcate the boundary between life and death, but because of ruthlessness, indifference, numbness, and emptiness, there is also the blood of destruction called madness flowing.
The ethereal existence, just like the air, will leave at any time, but before leaving, the mark will always be in your heart, and then you will wait. In the end, what will happen to you? Destroy, imprison, or follow. What will happen to him? Stay, disappear, or leave, there is no way to know.
Conspiracy, coincidental joke, gift? Mystery is tempting you, tear off its disguise, the result, pain, sweetness, or what? Just know, don't let it stir up your heart easily. Otherwise, it will be very difficult...