In the Sea of Roses, there is a coast called the Rose Coast.
You have no way of knowing how many roses there are on it.
But I know that I have a unique rose. He wanted to hug me, so he passed through the thorns, crossed the wind and rain, and came to my side.
He entangled me with rhizomes full of sharp thorns. Perhaps he was afraid of hurting me, so he broke himself. From then on, there was another rose corpse in the sea of roses.
Intention: long planned