"Qin Jian, do you really like roses?"
"Or... Can you really tell the difference between a rose and a rose?"
"That's it, don't you think it's boring?"
"If you let me go, I'll let you go, okay?"
"Qi Li, what happened before was my fault and I have changed it."
"Can you give me a chance to make it up to you?"
"I folded the roses into the mud with my own hands, but I missed them again after I left."
Intention: I compose love poems with roses, swaying and everlasting romance