You obviously smell strong of lilac, but I think you are a rose.
If my love is strong enough to bury you, then hold my hand, even if the thorns are raw and the blood is flowing.
So will you come with me?
"My rose,
I want to take you to a wilderness full of thorns,
Only you and me in midsummer.
She is romantic and affectionate on the surface, but in reality no one likes her. She is cold and distant on the outside, soft and warm on the inside.
Concept: There are cracks in everything, that's where the light comes in