The withered roses huddled in the dark corner, next to the equally dim withered grass. They were lifeless, and there was no ripple when the strong wind blew, but the gentle breeze touched them.
After a little surprise, a ray of light pierced the darkness, and the sky became bright.
The proud and delicate roses and everlasting weeds have been reborn, they are shining and full of vitality.
Human life is long and short, and you may fall into a muddy swamp, but the wings of salvation will always take you out of trouble.
The world's malice toward women has never diminished. They have put shackles and shackles on women, and they have used words to create a cage for women.
They seem to be beautiful puppets with only strings, living according to secular standards. Some puppets who want to have self-awareness are also looked at differently by their own kind. In this world, only we can save ourselves, and everyone can live like a rose with no defined color.
Intention: In this world, only we can save ourselves, and everyone can live like a rose with no defined color.