It's red silk, not roses.
It was a celebration banquet some years ago. There were noisy people at the banquet. He was sitting in the corner and weaving a red flower with the red silk sent by the old man. His hands kept moving, but his heart had already flown to the center of the venue, where there was a figure that attracted much attention. It was the protagonist of the celebration banquet - Jiang Xun. In a daze, he lowered his head and saw that the red silk in his hand had turned into a formed rose. Under the noise of the crowd, he was shocked for a moment. In a panic, he took apart the red silk and weaved a big red flower that could not be chosen wrong. But in the end, the hero who haunted him did not take the big red flower that carried so much and only cut off a section of red silk... The plainness seemed to have already hinted at the impermanence of fate.
Quit smoking - just no chance (Wu Yuan's perspective)
Raging flames - moths fighting against the flames (Jiang Xun's perspective)
Ashes - Postscript
The times are fictitious and the content is all fabricated.
Intention: gatherings and separations, the ups and downs of the world, are inherently impermanent