When she was a child, she couldn't see the stars, and he said, "I will definitely let you see the stars."
When she grew up, she looked at the stars, and he said, "I will always watch the stars with you."
Later, she saw stars, but there were no stars in her eyes. He did not dare to look at the stars for fear of getting them dirty.
I like roses. You said you would give me a sea of roses, but you lied. There were no roses, and you gave me scars all over my body.
There are no more roses, only my rose-like body dyed red with blood.
When I was eighteen years old, I said I love you. That was the first time. Today I say I love you. This is the last time.
If loving you results in bruises all over my body, but I can get you back, I will always love you. But loving you results in endless deception and losing you, so I choose to let you go.
You know, I don't like stars now, that's because you are no longer with me. I have always liked roses, because that is the expression of my love for you, whether we meet again or not.
If I could, I wouldn't look at the stars or roses, just you, who would never appear.
Let me ask you, have you ever loved me?
Intention: Use this sea of roses that has never appeared before to bury my broken wings and pay homage to my dead love.