Short BE.
That summer, the unspoken love was a pity.
A jungle full of thorns, a girl looking for the direction of light, a broken childhood and a cold world... The roses were covered with thorns, and the fingers were cut, and the scars all over the body were condensed into scabs. Later, there were no more roses in the world.
Concept: There is always someone who continues to love you despite rumors and rumors
