Falling in love with his enemy's brother
From that mission onwards, I no longer lost hope in my life. Maybe he changed me. I quietly looked at him lying under the roses, his face became angry.
He is very important to me, but I forgot about him. It's the only thing that preserves our story, and it's the only thing I remember him by.
He who died under the rose is the one who disappeared from my memory.
Concept: Forgotten love will also leave traces in the story
