The flower of the other side is as red as blood, and the human heart is as black as ink and cannot be seen through.
In the season when flowers bloom, the fragrance spreads all over the place. The smell of blood spreads in the fragrance of flowers...
When the breeze blows slowly, when the flowers on the other side bloom, a tragedy is quietly brewing...
The bottomless trap, the unfathomable human heart. Small villages, mourners everywhere, only the fragrance of flowers remains...
Let's make a pact
Hold my hand and don't let go. Then take a small boat and follow the guidance of the flowers on the other side to go to the far away place...