When the red roses were dyed black, how many people would still be obsessed with him; when reality pushed him step by step into the abyss, surrounded by wolves, his heart fell into hell, he no longer longed for it, and only wanted to drag his body to talk about it for the rest of his life.
He is the King of Darkness, born in the sun, but cruel and cruel. He loves only one person deeply. From the first time they met, he wanted to hide him and only show him to himself. Unfortunately, fate played a trick on him. He saw him fall into the arms of others again and again, and could only wait and look up behind him.
He is a rose, which rots from delicate red to gray to black, a look that even he dislikes;
He is a knight, the knight who guards the rose.
Intention: I don't know the origin of love, but I am deeply devoted to it