The taste of love... Is like a poppy... Vicious and seductive...
The smart poppy always knows how to display its charm... It makes people indulge in it, even if they are full of guard at the beginning... The sweet coat tempts people to let down their guard, and the gorgeous Nazi seduce people's hearts. The fragrance is sweet and addictive. But they don't know that behind the gorgeousness and nobility is endless filth and cruelty... Using its own poison to bind innocent lives, making people suffer and enjoy... Love is so sweet and desperate... It is irresistible... And my love is like this The flower language of poppies predicts the same: the love that hurts him\her... Is just a short-lived... Love of death...