A wild chrysanthemum struggles on the edge of the cliff, blooming with the color of life. No one dared to walk hard for fear of startling this tenacious life.
God only sheds tears quietly in the dark night and falls on this wild chrysanthemum, which is sacred and solemn.
Wait,,,,,,,
The sun finally rises, and the dewdrops begin their second journey, wrapped in the color of wild chrysanthemums, rising slowly and transforming into a beautiful rainbow.