The swaying white roses danced in the moonlight. The transparent moonlight flowed on his cheek like water, his long hair was blown by the wind, and his thin figure was projected among the big rose flowers, gradually lengthening...
Under the moonlight, he stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to catch the alluring rose, and as if he wanted to catch the young man who disappeared among the rose bushes.
He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but in the end he just closed his eyes. Only the tear was blown away by the spring breeze and shattered on his cheek...