~ The enchanting black rose represents the fear of death. The fighting time belongs to Russia, and the victory must belong to me.

I followed the beautiful fragrance, but left the scar of black rose.

Why do my dry tears always drop on the lost black roses?

Is it the black rose left in our hands that tells us that the beauty of roses is not known until it is lost?

The wind took away the broken black roses with its bright wings.

Find the fragrance but become a puppet of ~ (* _ black rose.

I don't want to break your heart when I get stung. ·вyё A black and dull rose in a rainy night.