Glass flowers look like flowers but are not flowers. Enchanting and transparent, the charm reveals peerless and independent beauty. Like a mandala, it is poignant and strange, even if it is cursed for life. But it is not a flower after all, and none of the white light comes from itself, not even a bit. Holding a glass flower in your hand, take a breath and watch it reluctantly leave your fingertips and fly into the air. It is as light as a feather and dances with the wind, making up a vague rhythm. When tired of flying, it slowly spins to the ground and breaks into pieces. The crystal clear fragments are scattered all over the ground.