Beauty from pain.
Beauty from struggle.
How can this rose bleed on?
I remember, my nightingale
When you cooed in my ears this love song.
I need you now.
I'm staring at myself in the mirror.
I see a chocolate figurine.
She is extremely beautiful. Exquisite.
Her name means strength.
She has been frail for so long.
Nightingale, do you heed?
Pick up the rose, we need to leave.
Why are you crying? For me?
He wasn't meant to be mine anyway.
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