The seasons turn around and Sifolosha blooms again. The bright red and transparent petals are layered one on top of another. Each layer has its own grace and beauty, and each layer has its own charm and beauty. Swaying in the wind, they occupied large areas of the land, and for a moment, it seemed like flames were engulfing the earth. When I was young, I didn't understand why such a beautiful flower could be a symbol of despair. Later I learned that behind Sifolosha is despair, and behind despair is endless happiness.