The thorn rose, the new variety he cultivated for me, is obviously a blood-eating creature, but it blooms with pure flowers, just like. ． ． Me too.
I can't catch love＼I always watch it slip away＼There are happy people everywhere in the world＼Why can't you count me＼Fighting alone for love＼I have suffered enough from love long ago＼There are people who are lost in love everywhere＼And I am just one of them＼Love must be more wrong and brave＼Love must be persistent＼Every single person must see through＼If you want to love, don't be afraid of pain＼Find someone My favorite, my dearest, my dearest one who wants to love＼Come to say goodbye to singles＼A passionate, infatuated, unfeeling, ruthless person＼Come to give me scars There are so many lonely people＼Few are happy＼Don't love, miss, leave me single＼Singing love songs alone People who are lost in love are everywhere＼And I am not the last one＼There are so many sad people＼I should live bravely