"The flower of the other shore blooms for a thousand years and falls for a thousand years. The flowers and leaves will never see each other. Love is not cause and effect, fate is destined to life and death."
——"Buddhist Scripture"
On the road to sunset, a man stood with his hands behind his back, his tall figure hidden among the flowers, and the entire field of Bana flowers looked like
It was a shocking red color, like fire, blood, and tea.
"Yao Yao..." A long sigh escaped from the man's mouth.
The woman's beautiful smile seemed to be right in front of her, just like the night sky, where the stars were clearly visible, but she could only see them from a distance.
The man stretched out his hand and was shocked to realize that he was thousands of miles away.
Don't be afraid, don't regret
----Tong Yao