White, there is white mist everywhere. She ran barefoot on the wide oil road. On both sides of the oil road were white roses with pink borders. She held up her dirty white skirt and ran wildly on the straight oil road without fear of any danger ahead. Because the fog could not see her, she never knew whether there was an end point or how far away it was. Running brought up the lifeless hair and fell on her face with the wind. Before she knew it, she saw a double-door door with complex and beautiful patterns carved on it. The girl pushed it open, and there was a young boy trapped inside. The boy was also dirty. He was sitting on the ground with his hands around his knees. When he looked up at me from his arms, his eyes were full of pain and confusion. She stretched out her hand towards him: "Let's go home. I'll take you to escape."
She held the boy's hand and ran in the misty flower sea, feeling his gradually warming body temperature.
"Are you tired?" The young man behind him asked softly.
"Of course I'm tired of talking nonsense. You just ran once for your life, and I'm going to run twice." The girl pretended to be arrogant.
Yes, she could have never run away once.
"White roses are beautiful." The boy said.
"You are beautiful too." The girl looked back at him and smiled.
The young man blushed dissatisfied.
"The blush is pretty too, like the pink edge on a white rose."
Finally, the pink-edged white rose is dyed red by the girl's blood. The gorgeous but shocking red rose exudes a disgusting smell of blood. The pink-rimmed white rose that was supposed to redeem him turned into a red rose halfway, pushing him into an abyss of greater despair.
Motto: You should allow yourself to be guilty, there is nothing shameful about it