夜莺与玫瑰

"The red rose you need can only be born with song in the moonlight can only be made red with your blood." You will put a thorn in your heart and sing for me sing for me all night long that thorn in your heart and your blood will flow into mine."

Nourish a red rose with blood.

Wilde's fairy tale "The Nightingale and the Rose" when I listened to the female voice in the radio slowly read these words with pain but also could not help but hand over the chest. Then I remembered that when I was a child I had learned a text called "The Giant's Garden" which must have been a truncated version and that I had no idea of the little boy with nail marks on his hands and feet and no idea of the Catholic phor. So for The Nightingale and the Rose I think it's a classic Wilde a fairy tale for grown-ups a nightingale who doesn't even realize she's such a precious nightingale. Just like in the story of The Happy Prince when God asks the archangel to bring him the two most precious things in the city the archangel brings to God the lead heart of the Happy Prince and the dead body of the swallow from the garbage dump. These are the most precious things even though they are destroyed.

On the day the Nightingale decided to nourish the red rose for the young student she sang for the last time to the tree that accompanied her. When the young man passed by he thought that this song was pretty but it had no feelings at all it was only a bird and it must not know love. What does it know? How self-righteous.

But the nightingale thought so too. When she saw a lonely young student in the street she said "All the boys in fine clothes are around her but she won't dance with me because I didn't get red roses for her." She thought about love how precious love is. She wept for such an unloved love.

When she heard the withered red rose speak of the terrible way to nourish with blood she agreed. Life life is so beautiful but love more valuable.

Then she said silently "You will gather the red rose and I will sing her in the white moonlight but the only reward I ask of you is that you be a faithful lover for though philosophy be wise love is wiser than she power is greater than she is."

She gave the most in this so-called love of mankind. The young student whom the speaker loved did not do anything he did not have any courage he saw the roses wither in his yard for "I have no red roses" and cried acting like a fool. He didn't even go outside to look for it and he didn't understand the value of roses. And that beautiful lady her love from the beginning to the end has nothing to do with roses she wants money and imaginary dishes her "love" even can be said to have nothing to do with love. So the rose the life of the nightingale whose value the young student did not appreciate and whose existence Miss Beautiful well did not care was thrown into the road and turned into mud by the car on the roadside.

In Wilde's fairy tales the only good the most beautiful ending is destruction.

My disdain for girls is not surprising or painful. I'm just angry and sad why do students need roses. Since you don't know love why should you strive for it the most.

I want every rose we send to mean something.

2023-07-21

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