Kapok is as red as blood and as big as a cup. It does not fade when dropped. Slowly spinning and withering, like a hero bidding farewell to the world.
He is like kapok, standing proudly and never bowing his head throughout his life.
He was like a flower in the mirror, but when he stretched out his hand in front of his eyes, he saw a cold mirror.
Am I his lover, or...
Plaything.
The kapok in the mirror is beautiful but cannot be touched.