玫瑰
A red rose is not selfish because it wants to be a red rose. It would be horribly selfish if it wanted all the flowers in the garden to be both red and roses.
La vie est une rose dont chaque pétale est une illusion et chaque épine une réalité.
Maybe every man has had two such women, at least two. Married to a red rose, over time, the red becomes a mosquito blood stain on the wall, while the white remains "moonlight before the bed"; married to a white rose, the white becomes a grain of sticky rice on the clothes, while the red remains a cinnabar mole on the heart.