Manzhu Shahua.
The flower of despair.
Throughout his life, the flowers will not see the leaves, and the leaves will not see the flowers.
Just like you and me, we are so close yet so far apart.
Could it be that our meeting was a mistake from the beginning?
If not, then why did you miss it all in three lives and three lives?
Perhaps, withering is my destination.
Perhaps, being separated from each other is our ending.