Rose and Bat Rose and Bat
rose
The rose is locked in a golden cage. The slender branches and petals are as white as jade, and there is no trace of purity.
She is beautiful
No one doesn't think so. It's breathtakingly beautiful, but... It feels like death.
She is dead
Is she really dead, or maybe not. Living like a puppet, of course she is dead, but "she" is alive
The white rose is stained with blood, and the bright red overflows from the white petals - the inside of the white rose has long been rotten
She fell in a pool of blood, and the white roses were stained with blood
bat
He likes darkness and is afraid of light. It's not that he hates light, he just hasn't seen it before.
He fell in love with the lily under the sun
He had to look at her secretly at night. She didn't know his love - he didn't even dare to express his love openly.
The bat is not light, he just fell in love with the lily in the sun
He is atonement, atonement for the withered lily
After the lily withered, he hated the light and let himself get stuck in the mud.
But...
He's guilty, he can't sink in
The lonely bat meets the rotten rose
Roses are willing to be stained with mud, bats calmly walk into the light
So, the rose no longer rots, the bat no longer lonely
Purpose: Give all unfortunate people a happy ending
