Legend has it that there is a bird that sings only once in its life.
It kept looking for the thorn tree, and did not rest until it found what it wanted.
Then, it plunged its body into the sharpest and longest thorn,
Then he let loose his singing voice among the wild branches,
At the dying moment,
It transcends its own pain,
And the song actually eclipsed the skylark and the nightingale.
There is only one true love,
Maybe I have been looking for that thorn all my life that makes us ache and sing.
The blood flowing from the wound turned into roses,
Open for you, red for you,
Until anyone who smells the fragrance of flowers will cry...