rose flower

I like white roses,

Large expanses of white roses.

That dazzling pure color,

It seems to be perfect as your incarnation.

However, I prefer red roses.

That naked and naked flirtatious,

Not the color of petals, nor your eyes...

but what I burn to you, the hottest,

Desire and desire.

If I can give you one, I will definitely choose the black rose.

Most noble and mysterious obscurity,

Much like your hair.

And the flower language of the black rose,

That is what I have laid upon you, eternal damnation—

You are a demon and belong to me.