Hibiscus Blooms Late at Night

When I sing softly in the overflowing coldness of midsummer, are you stopping at the end of reincarnation? This is a story about love and hate, right and wrong, pain and destruction. She has gone from poverty to poverty, and what she is looking for is just a memory. Flowers bloom on the other shore, and the river of forgetfulness can be forgotten. The years are bleak, the world is old, and beyond illusion and sorrow, where can I find that long black hair and that faint smile? Three lives are carved on the stone, but there is nothing you can do on the bridge. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.