Thousands of years ago, he was the most invincible God of War in the Six Realms and Three Realms, the most cherished dreamer of the unmarried fairies in the Nine Heavens and Ten Continents. What kind of ups and downs had he experienced, what kind of bloody storms...
When I saw him, it had turned into a huge peony tree that had been drooping all day long in the back garden. It didn't have a fragrant fragrance, but it had a fragrant smell of wine.
But still so arrogant, even if a tree of stunning flowers blooms in spring, they will scatter like mist when someone reaches out and cannot be touched.
Finally, that day when I gently touched the black velvet-like petals, they no longer dissipated under my fingers...