Cultivate bright red roses with flesh and blood,
Dark and empty eyes are cold fire,
Gazing affectionately at the delicate petals of roses,
He gently took a piece, put it on his bone palm and studied it carefully.
A gust of wind blew away the roses and rolled up the petals.
The skeleton raised his hand to catch it,
But I don't know when a ray of sunshine came out from the clouds in the east.
The wind makes the roses revolve around the sun,
The bright red petals reflect streaks of gold,
It looks good,
Skeleton put down his hand, very sad.
The roses in the moonlight run to the sun.
He sighed,
Bury yourself under the lonely rose leaves again,
Rose petals are still dancing with the wind and sunshine,
Flying higher and higher from the high clouds,
Drop a dewdrop and hit the spike on the rose branch.
Fragmented,
Sprinkle it on the land where the skeleton is buried,
Maybe it's her only guilt.
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