Finally the roses bloomed
Very brilliant
But it's no longer the rose I saw when I was young
my rose has grown up
My rose doesn't need me anymore
Rose... Rose...
You are beautiful
When it blooms, it illuminates my entire youth
Young people can't stand romance
It's me who doesn't understand love
My rose...
You are really beautiful
But it's no longer my rose
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The rose stayed in midsummer, and the boy beside him was no longer him. In front of the Mirror of Erised, he saw charming blond hair in his eyes, but he said with a smile that it was just a pair of woolen socks. In the end, you and I both died in the tower. Our thoughts stopped at the years of love, and we whispered loving words in our ears. We had no other wish, but we only wished that we would not be great in the next life. There was a long-lost smile in the barn, and we met again in midsummer. I burned the rose, regretting my outspoken words. I longed for her to come against the light, but I didn't know that the person in the dream had long since disappeared. + I stretched out my hand and broke the rose. The blood was covered with the afterglow, and I buried myself in the bright red.
"Perhaps everyone will watch the incident of school violence indifferently and feel that it is irrelevant. But I always believe that justice may be late, but it will not be absent. The bully will eventually be punished, but the bullied will leave a lifelong shadow and it will be difficult to get out of it. Therefore, if the other party makes a mistake, please do not use violence to solve the problem. Violence cannot solve the problem, and the matter will get bigger and bigger."
Purpose: To be honest, there is really nothing but just written for fun.