When the Roses Bloomed

My name is Weiwei. I love roses, Just like myself. Whether or not love ever comes, I will always feel insecure, Always be covered in thorns, Trying to protect myself, Afraid of being hurt. I thought That if I were careful enough, Nothing would happen. I thought That as long as no one came to hurt me, I wouldn't get hurt either. Who knew That my thorny appearance Had already left a deep mark on other people's hearts? Theme: