I stood at the street corner and watched the woman selling roses over and over again. The roses that were sold were taken out and put back again and again.
The little prince had a fox who accompanied him, and he also had the opportunity to watch the sunrise again and again.
As for me, I was walking down the street holding a rose, and was stared at eagerly, so I had to put it in my coat pocket, and the thorns pierced my palms and fingertips.
Who will give me a rose?
Who will accompany me to watch the sunrise?
Concept: Roses are also love