"I wanted to pick a rose, but my hand was pricked by her"
She doesn't know what sadness is,
Just wandering alone in the dark.
She doesn't know what hesitation is,
Quietly listen to the singing in the distance.
They watched the girl come to life and die,
The rose withered on the ground.
Then... What happened next?
Later, there was a person, she said to everyone passing by.
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