The truth is always arranged at the end of the story, hazy, allowing us to pursue it through twists and turns until the end;
The rose was gently wrapped around the fingers, round and round, and then, the hands were clasped together and the oath was recited;
The song echoes softly in the clouds, day and night are closely connected;
One day, the rose garden suddenly lost all its roses. I was frightened and looked around, but the blue sky remained silent;
Suddenly, the long-lost rose petals are flying behind themselves. Looking back in surprise, there is the call of your smile;
Through the eyes, it can be seen that the reappearing sea of roses is blooming perfectly on the other side of love...