Heaven left her tears, and they began their journey, with dreams, love, and romance. This time, they were no longer alone.
When the rain wets the rose's wings, it still cannot knock down its nobility and remains gorgeous.
When the red rose loses its tenderness, it spreads like water.
When the orange rose shines in the sunshine, it spreads like the sun.
When the blue rose spreads gracefully, spreading like crystal.
When the black rose pretends to be indifferent and spreads like ice.
When the white roses are filled with purity and spread like snow.
When the purple rose loses all its evil charm, it spreads like night.
When the blue roses dispersed, they spread like the wind.
When the pink rose spreads its loveliness, it spreads like sugar.
Who can stop their light...