The flower is not a flower... I am just an ordinary purple iris. .
The mist is not a mist... You are just a ascetic mist that leads me to the path of spiritual practice. .
When I was about to transform, you spent your whole life practicing to help me overcome the disaster. .
When I transformed into a human being, I could not find you.
It turns out that the price for me becoming a human is that you use your life to help me support all obstacles. Then, I will use all my ways to find you in the next life and protect you throughout my life.