He came against the clock and just wanted to bring about a prosperous bloom.
In the long interminable years, everything was a blur. There was only that enchanting red flower that was engraved deep in my heart, and every inch seemed to be contaminated with poison.
He never knew that it would take so long for a Manzhushahua plant to bloom. It took so long that he spent his whole life and never waited.
How many times have I imagined that young man in red clothes and brown hair sitting among the flowers, with crooked eyebrows and a smile as bright as the stars in the sky.
The pain came back uncontrollably.
He said: Everything in the world is nothing but quicksand between my fingers.
So, he called it quicksand.
However, he didn't want to just be an insignificant piece of gravel between his fingers. He wanted to stay in his heart. Even if it couldn't flow into his heart, at least it would be a flower on the wall of his heart that would bloom for a while.
However, in the end, when he was covered with injuries, he finally realized that everything was just his delusion.