A Tale of Love and Red Blossoms

The red flowers intoxicate the heart, but love is already gone. The wine wears off, the cup shatters, and the beloved never returns. The old say that red spider lilies are flowers of hell, guiding the way to paradise. Their leaves fall as the flowers bloom, and the two never meet. They are like a pair of tragic lovers, but I do not understand. I only feel that their dazzling red brings a sorrow so heavy it is hard to breathe. They bloom across the mountainsides, brilliant red, sorrowful red. It is a bloodred like the deepest hell. Have you ever seen it? ... ...