The witch gave her three roses, one champagne, one red, and one black.
On the eve of sunrise, champagne roses are ignited by matches, lighting up her spring.
At noon, she blindly sent this red rose, hoping that her lover would love her.
At dusk, a spark ignites the black rose, and a sea breeze blows away the ashes.
In short, it's a crush.
Concept: Love can sometimes be a matter of one person