[A classical mythological story about a mountain god and a flower spirit, who knew they were destined to be separated, but still gave everything they had.
At first, God was just holding a flower, but he became a light that broke into the world of flowers. Knowing the outcome, but insisting on going on. When all the pity and love turn into infinite attachment, thorns have already wrapped around the heart and penetrated into the flesh and blood.
The green leaves eventually fall, and the flowers eventually wither. The beauty of April in the world is gone, and the peach blossoms in the mountain temple are beginning to bloom. Everything is doomed, and the end has ended long ago. The mountain god who has gone through thousands of years will be with the mountain, and the flowers that are about to fall are irreversible.
A few years have gone by so quickly, and picking up flowers seems like just yesterday.
Intention: The long-destined ending is not unchangeable, and flowers that are about to fall can also be caught by the wind.