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“Red roses. I must find some red roses,”
the
student said.
“She said that she will dance with
me tomorrow night. If I give her red roses, she
will dance with me. But I cannot find one red
rose. There is not one in my garden.”
The student’s eyes filled with tears.
“Not
even one red rose in my garden. At the dance, I
will be so lonely. My heart will break.”
No one heard the student except the
nightingale. She was sitting in the tree above
the student.
The nightingale looked down at him. She
thought,
“Here is a real lover. Every night I sing
of this kind of love. It is real love. But this lover
seems so sad.”