Remember? Once upon a time, you liked to turn to the dictionary and say to me: roses, deciduous shrubs, spiny stems, blooming in early summer, red, yellow and white, can be used as medicine.
Anyway, now you won't say it again. I'm sure I won't be disturbed again. Because you left, no, maybe you didn't leave, but you disappeared. I like roses too. I like red roses.
I know you like white roses, the pure white ones. Do you think it looks good or not? But you don't know, it's too bright and white-like a flower for the dead.
You know, I have a quirk, that is, watching flowers and biting flowers. That's weird! You keep saying that about me. Yeah, I'm really surprised. Although the petals in memory are fragrant, they are all bitter. When I bite off the petals of a white rose, I have an illusion that it is sweet.
This is frightening and disturbing. I don't know if this symbolizes that you are different. It's just that I'm afraid, so I'm desperate to pursue what I want.
You often refute me that red is too vulgar, and you really shouldn't like red roses. Well, red is vulgar, but the red of red rose is a kind of enchanting dark red-it is not vulgar, even dazzling, because it is the color of blood. But I never argue with you. I know you always have a way to speak ill of me.
There is always a small porcelain vase with blue flowers on a white background at home, called a vase basin. There is moist black soil in it-you said that there are many nutrients in the black soil. In fact, there are roses in it. Yes, you encouraged me to plant them, but there is no life. But I still stubbornly left the bottle and watered it every few days.
Now let's calculate, how many days have I been with you? Seven days a week, 365 days a year ... 75 1 day. Two years and three weeks, I met almost every day-even when I traveled.
Hehe, now I can only smile bitterly. So close friends will be separated, just like the rose you once loved so much, you are no longer fascinated. Well, the petals of red roses are bitter. You like sweetness, don't you?
Blood is also sweet. Why not? Like a rose with blood. I know that you have never seen a red rose, so you will naturally think it is vulgar.
In front of me is a long fence, which is full of red roses-sparse, in fact, red with green will not be so ugly. It's time for you to meet such a beautiful rose. You'll like it.
The palm of your hand opened slightly, and the breeze took away the petals with fine powder.