𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘴 ᵗˣᵗᶻʸ ˢʰᵒᵗˢ

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" She said that she would dance with me if I brought her red roses " cried the student, choi soobin studying in 12th grade,
"but in all my garden there is no red rose."

From her nest in the oak tree the Nightingale, julia a bird who can understand human language and understand human mind, and she looked out through the leaves and wondered.

" No red rose in all my garden! "
he cried, and his beautiful eyes filled with tears. " Ah, on what little does happiness depend! I have read all that the wise men have written, and all the secrets of philosophy are mine, yet for want of a red rose is my life made wretched. "

" Here at last is a true lover " said julia. " Night after night have I sung of him, though I knew him not : night after night have I told his story to the and now I see him. His hair is dark as the hyacinth-blossom and his lips are red as the rose of his desire ; but passion has made his face like pale ivory and sorrow has set upon his brow."

" The Prince gives gives a ball tomorrow night " murmured soobin, "and my love will be of the company. If I bring her a red rose she will dance with me till dawn. But there is no red rose in my garden, so I shall sit lonely and she will pass me by. She will have no heed of me and my heart will break."

" Here, indeed is the true lover " said julia. " What I sing of, he suffers : what is joy to me, to him is pain. "

" The musicians will sit in their gallery " said soobin " and play upon their stringed instruments, and my love will dance to the sound of the harp and the violin" He buried his face in his hands and wept.

" Why is he weeping? " asked a little ladybug,as he ran past him.

" Why, indeed? " whispered a Daisy to his neighbour, in a soft low voice.

The nightingale said that he was weeping for a red rose.

" For a red rose? " they cried ;
" How very ridiculous!" and the little ladybug laughed outright.

But the Nightingale understood the secret of the student's sorrow, and she sat silent in the Oak-tree and thought about the mystery of Love.

Suddenly she spread her brown wings for flight, and soared into the ait. She passed through the grove like a shadow she sailed across the garden.

But she can't find a red rose, then she flew over to the red rose plant growing beneath the student's window.

" Give me a red rose " she cried,
" and I will sing you my sweetest song."

But the tree shook its head.

" My roses are red " it answered;
"as red the feet of the dove, and redder than the great fans of coral that wave and wave in ocean - cavern. But the winter has chilled my veins, and the frost has nipped my buds and the storm has broken my branches and I shall have no roses at all this year ".

" One red rose is all I wany " cried julia " only red rose! Is there no way by which I can get it? "

"There is a way " it answered
" but it is so terrible that I dare not tell it to you. "

" Tell it to me " said the Nightingale, "I am not afraid."

" If you want a red rose, you must build it out of music by moonlight, and stain it with your own heart's blood. You must sing to me with your chest against a thron. All night long you must sing to me, and the thron must pierce your heart and life-blood must flow into my veins and become mine. " it finished

" Death is a great price to pay for a red ross " cried julia " and life is very dear to all. It is pleasant to sit in the wood and to watch the sun in his chariot of gold, and the moon in het chariot of pearl. Sweet is the scent of the hawthorn, and sweet are bluebells that hid in the valley, and the heather that blows on hill. Yet Love is better than Life and what is the heart of a bird compared to heart of a man? "

So she spread her brown wings fof flight and soared into the air. She swept over the garden like a shadow and like a shadow she sailed through the grove.

Soobin was still lying on the grass, where she had left him and the tears were not yet dry in his beautiful eyes.

" Be happy " cried julia, "bs happy; you shall have your red rose. I will build it out of music by moonlight and stain it with my own heart's blood. All that I asked of you in return is that you will be the true lover ".

Soobin looked up from the grass and listened, but he could not understand what the nightingale was saying to him, for he only knew the things that are written down in books.

But the Oak - tree understood and felt sad, for he was very fond of the nightingale who had built her nest in its branches.

" Sing me one last song, I shall feel when you are gone " Oak-tree whispered.

So the nightingale sang to the Oak-tree and her voice was like water bubbling from a sliver jar.

When she had finished her song, the student got up and pulled a notebook and a pencil....

And when Moon shone in the heavens, the nightingale flew to the red rose plant and set her chest against the thron. All night long she sang, with her chest against the thron, and the the cold crystal moon leaned down and listened. All night long she sang and the thron went deeper and deeper into her chest and her life-blood ebbed away from her.

On the topmost spray of the rose plant, there blossomed a marvellous rose, petal following petal as song followed song.

But the plant cried to julia to press her chest closer against the thron. " Press closer, little nightingale" cried the plant
" or the day will come before the rose is finished. "

So the nightingale pressed closer against the thron and louder grew her song.

This repeated almost two times and nightingale pressed closer against the thron and the thron touched her heart and a fierce pang of pain shot through her. Bitter, bitter was the pain and louder louder grew her song, for she sang of the Love that is perfected by Death, of the Love that dies not in the tomb.

And the marvellous rose become crimson like the rose of the eastern sky.

But julia's voice grew fainter and her little wings began to beat, fainter fainter grew her song and she felt something choking in her throat.

Then she gave on last burst of music, the white moon heard it and she forgot the dawn and lingered on in the sky. The red rose heard it, and it trembled all over with ecstasy and opened its petals to the cold morning air.

" Look, look! " cried the plant
"the rose is finished now " but julia made no answer, for she was lying dead in the long grass, with the thron in her heart.

And at noon soobin opened his window and looked out.

" What a wonderful piece of luck!" he said ; " here is a red rose! I have never seen any rose like it in all my life " And he leaned down and plucked it.

Then he put on his hat mad ran up to the Professor's house with rose in his hand.

The daughter of the Professor was sitting in the doorway and her little dog was lying at her feet.

" You said that you would dance with me if I brought you a red rose " soobin continued " Here is the reddest rose in all the world. You will wear it tonight next to your heart and we will dance together "

But the girl frowned.

" I am afraid it will not go with my dress " she answered " and besides, John has sent me soms real jewels and everybody knows that jewels cost far more than flowers. "

" Well, upon my world, you are very ungrateful " said soobin angrily and threw the rose into street where it fell into gutter and a car went over it.

" What a silly thing Lovs is! " said soobin as he walked away.

THE END.

Werid? I know and story inspired by Oscar Wilde (irish writer)

Pt. 2 maybe? But with my plot

Thanks for reading and ignore grammatical mistakes
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