Flowers on the other shore are Manzhu Shahua. Their color is like blood. They are born in the underworld. Their fragrance has great magical power. When the flowers bloom, there are no leaves. When the leaves fall, the flowers bloom. The flowers and leaves never see each other. They are always in the opposite direction, just like people who have no destiny. Therefore, the Buddhist scriptures say, "The flower on 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." ----------Inscription
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You once asked me what my favorite flower was, and I answered with a smile: Manzhu Shahua. You ask me why? I said I didn't know either. I love its bright red color and its eternity as a stone that protects three lives, but I never thought that we would just respond to the calamity of this flower.
Back then, I cut off your hair, and you smiled and said to me, "I will marry you when your hair grows to your waist, okay?"
I said: "Okay."
You said: "I will definitely prepare ten miles of red makeup for you."
I laughed at you for being stupid at that time, so why would I mind this? But I still happily agreed, "Okay, I'll wait for you."
I didn't expect to wait for such a long time, but what I have been waiting for is the news of the destruction of my country and my family. On the day of the destruction of the city, I turned my back to you, my hair was untied, reaching to my ankles, flying all over the sky. I looked at the bloody wreckage everywhere, and couldn't help but smile bitterly. My voice was cold and long, "Tell me, does this look like the ten-mile red makeup you promised me back then?"
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Many years later, I suddenly remembered that there was one thing I forgot to tell you: since I met you, the flower I love most in my heart has become "forget-me-not"