Some people say that love is a river that easily drowns the weak reeds.
Some people say that love is a razor that lets your soul bleed.
Some people say that love is a hunger, an endless and painful need.
I said, love is a flower, and you are the only seed.
Friends, please remember that in the cold winter, under the cover of scorching snow, there is a seed lying.
Once the spring sun shines, it can transform into a gorgeous rose.
——"Rose"