At the Height of Bloom

I wonder what is more perfect in the world The red dust is like water, everything is a mystery There is no joy, no right and wrong in sorrow Very red, very dark Whoever laughs and shows off his power by showing off his love is the perfect match. Kiss cinnabar and burn candles with tears Playing out encounters, separations, joys and sorrows, twists and turns, misunderstandings The kindness of all sentient beings is at your disposal I wonder what is more perfect in the world The red dust is like water, everything becomes sad when the wind blows Very red spot. Who still remembers how hearts should match? If you like a certain flower flowers growing on a star Then at night when looking up at the sky It will feel very sweet as if All the stars are blooming

It is a collection of short stories. It is quite thoughtful. Each chapter has a story, which makes it easy to read.