The white rose blooms alone in the thorny field. The thorns are all over the body but they do not hurt anyone. They only wrap the fragile stamens tightly, trying hard to cover up and bury the heart. If you get it, you will quietly and desperately search for you among the thorns, even if the thorns that protect you stand on their sides and scratch through the fragile shell.
I just want to hear you say it face to face
Intention: Feelings are pure and beautiful, please don't let it down, and please love yourself more