Love is a flower.
The prince said, it is so beautiful. He stretched out his hand to pluck it and put the hairpin into the princess's hair.
The princess smelled the fragrance and unconsciously forgot herself.
The prince said, wait for me. He leaned forward and kissed the princess on her lips.
The princess smiled, but the rain from the sky flowed into her eyes.
Love is a flower.
The prince rode a white horse over mountains and across streams.
The princess stood on the castle, and the iris flowers were blooming enchantingly.
The prince looked into the distance and couldn't see the flowers blooming.
The princess held up her skirt and wandered alone among the music.
Love is a flower.
The witch held the mirror, reflecting the illusion of prosperity.
The prince's heart ached slightly.
The blood on the corner of the princess's mouth was as unreal as flower petals.
Love is a flower.
Among the thorny rose vines, the light of the prince's sword finally appeared.
The glitter on the princess's eyelashes swayed and slowly flowed down.
The prince said, I am coming.
The princess nodded, with bright stars in her eyes.
Love is a flower.
Black hair, black eyes, clothes as beautiful as snow.
The red carpet is long, with no end in sight.
The prince clasped the princess's hand and asked cautiously, "Together?"
The princess smiled and said nothing.
The prince was puzzled.
The princess stood on tiptoes and kissed him.
The iris flowers are purple.
The flowers in her hair became more and more beautiful.
She pursed her lips and smiled.
Look, the flowers are blooming.