White Wolf's Rose Shop

When she was fourteen years old, she looked back at the past, which was dark and silent. Poetry and illness filled her past. She was a rose covered with insect eggs growing in the corner of the wall under the moonlight. She writes the same story day after day in chains. When she was seventeen years old, she looked back on the past and caught a little bit of moonlight. From then on, the darkness would never be far away for the rest of her life. When he was fourteen years old, he looked back at the past with a calm mind. Notes and brushes are all he has. He is a young man standing behind a broken wall under the blazing sun and looking into the distance. He wears a mask and repeats the same day day after day for years. At the age of seventeen, he looked back at the past and saw rays of sunshine. From then on, he was no longer lonely for the rest of his life. Since we met in March when we were young, we can no longer forget each other. She will always remember that peaceful spring day, the light and shadow outside the window were swaying, the young man smiled brightly, and the lights were flying all over his body, as if a god came to the world, quietly shattering the darkness in her silent world, and opening up a bright galaxy for her night. He will always remember that stunning morning, with the sun shining brightly, the leaves of the trees swaying, the girl with a gentle face and a halo of light all over her body, like a muse in a dream, quietly flying into his barren world, adding vibrant colors to his universe. Since meeting him, she has been irrigated by his tenderness and turned into a delicate and sweet rose. Because he met her, he exchanged the entire universe of the little prince for a sweet rose. "What can I do to keep you?" "With Borges' love for yellow roses." "What kind of love is that?" "Melt the polar bears into butter and expand them into marshmallows." Every encounter has meaning. You have guided me to a better place, and I will always shine with you. "Hey, boss, how do you sell this rose in your hand?" "Sorry, this rose is privately owned and not for sale." Here's to our sweet, absurd and irreplaceable youth. Tsundere, cute, strong and thorny little rose + cold, gentle, delicate and considerate little boy = our best young man. Sweet little daily routine, this is my first time trying it, please take care of me. Intention: Every person who comes into this world is the most precious gift from God to another person in life. May every encounter be full of love and expectation, start with beauty and end with beauty.