My love is like a red rose.
It may be beautiful now, but my sharp thorns will hurt you.
My love is like a red rose.
Yes, I may be fragrant.
But the closer you get, the more I'll hurt you.
My love is like a red rose.
A beautiful glowing red rose without a ground to belong to.
Thorns that will hurt you if you come close.
Too scared, too cautious.
Will San be able to break the barriers?