Rose nuts

Every day is new. The same thing is repeated day after day: water, wood, food. If life is by its very nature a creation, then identical repetition is no different from death. People cannot enter the same river at once. We die every night, and we are reborn at dawn, without the memory of the past... . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . This time it's another bottle of rose sauce. It's kind of strange: unlike the usual rose sauce, it sees a piece of petal, and it's more like the glue-rich jam that stirs up mud. Will petals be as rich as apples? Very suspicious. However, both this and later additions. There is no doubt that the presence of glue will contribute to the taste of the material. It's just roses. It's sweet. It's too much. Add some nuts and add a solid one to the delicate。