White roses, pure and beautiful, are like the cinnabar moles dotted between the eyebrows, like the unknown young lady in purdah, making people pity;
Red roses show off their charm, like a dagger piercing the heart, like a heroine walking on the tip of the knife, making people hate them.
In the final analysis, is it pity that breeds ruthlessness, or hatred that breeds pity? Is it "white" that spreads across the world, or is it that "red" confuses people's eyes?
It's just one ups and downs, and it's just the reincarnation of time when you finish singing and I come on stage.
However, I, Wu Xiaxian, will not let go of you pure white little pitiful people. For the time being, I'll let you have fun for a few more days and remember the happy days now. Because——
The days to come will not go your way at all.
Just wait and see, what will bloom in the end is a pure white rose, or a dazzling red rose.