All roses in fairy tales are carefully cared for, but reality is not a fairy tale after all. There is such a rose, rooted in dirty soil, trampled on for decades, never exposed to sunlight, not knowing what rain and dew are, and withering in the darkness day after day.
It's really tiring to walk alone in the dark. The roses will die tonight and no one will cry except the robin.
It is not the rose that was carefully cared for on planet B612 and never expected any redemption.
I couldn't wait for the little prince, but there was a young man who braved the thorns and protected Rose by his side. For Rose, he probably had no delusions in the world.
Motto: The world is cruel, but there will always be someone who loves you
