[Mouse and Cat] White Rose

White as a tooth, passion consumed; the champagne evaporated long ago. White as a moth, slipping back into the mortal world, looking down upon the spirit tablet. But when love suddenly turns to resentment, it's filthy and vile, best left unmentioned. Silence, a smiling rose, a thorny return gift; trust only what keeps you safe. How can you be so cold and yet so beautiful? What you cannot have has always been precious. At a disadvantage, how can you avoid scheming? Show your reverence, test the rules you set. Even if it's a nightmare, it's still beautiful. I willingly take the lowest place to set off your nobility. A handful of roses, a funeral without a doubt in my mind. The past is erased. When love has passed, in the next life. White as a blank, inexplicably destroyed; what I gained turned out not to be you. White as sugar, mistakenly cast into the mortal world, wasted away and died. But when love suddenly turns to resentment, it's filthy and vile, best left unmentioned. Silence, a smiling rose, a thorny return gift; trust only what keeps you safe. How can you be so cold and yet so beautiful? What you cannot have has always been precious. At a disadvantage, how can you avoid scheming? Show your reverence, test the rules you set. Even if it's a nightmare, it's still beautiful. I willingly take the lowest place to set off your nobility. A handful of roses, a mock funeral for the heart. The past is erased. When love has passed, in the next life. How can you be so cold and yet so beautiful? What you cannot have has always been precious. At a disadvantage, how can you avoid scheming? Show your reverence, test the rules of love. Even if it's a nightmare, it's still beautiful. I willingly take the lowest place, the most beautiful pose. A handful of roses, a funeral without a doubt in my mind. The past is erased, when I have passed away. Even if it's a nightmare, it's still beautiful. I willingly take the lowest place to set off your nobility. Give me roses, come and attend my funeral. The past is erased, when I have passed away, in yet another life. Intention: