The red world is like a ripe apple.
A red rose blooms, and the charming honey in the moonlight has dyed the world red.
A lonely princess stopped and lived in a forgotten world forever.
A spring in which the heart bound in the past will stop rolling.
The melody of petals echoed in the lonely world.
There was once a boundary line, a fairy tale that could not be spelled out.
Eternal garden, rose-red roses, leaving the melody blooming.
Hope to adopt!