For whom the rose was red
Who greened the banana leaves for whom?
Her
Blood stained with rouge, red to the bone and beautiful
Bloom for him forever and ever
No bones left, willing to
him
Wearing white clothes beats the snow
Originally heartless, loveless and desireless
But it's because of her that I regret it all my life
[This story is purely fictitious and has no similarities whatsoever]
[The plot is vulgar, caution for the faint of heart]
[I will never write about cups, nor will I be kind enough to write about washing utensils]