屋顶上的鸽子

Red rose is exactly my cup of tea.
A smart, cute, strong, fragrant, gentle man.
Girls are fighting for him. Women are peeking at him. And I am admiring him.

But I know he will never treasure anything.
I admire him, but keep a distance.

White rose is not my type at all.
A shy, not-rich, pure, honest boy,
But when he looks at me with his blue eyes and smile bashfully to me, he looks so innocent that some strange feelings come into my heart.
I know he will treasure anything I give him.

So, which one shall I pick? The red one or the white one?