The flower on the other side, alone and silently watching the passers-by on the bank of Santu River, has the memories of life after life. When someone stops and looks at the flowers on the other side, they can see bits and pieces of the past, but they don't know that the fragrance of this enchanting shop is the last temptation in the world. The beautiful flowers on the other side also have their longing and helplessness. Love is not cause and effect, and fate is doomed to live and die.
If fate had a choice, I would not go play in the river that day, nor would I enter a world that does not belong to me. Now it can only be me, calling the names deeply in the dream, Ru Xi, Ming Ya, Mei Hua. That woman who deeply devoted herself to me, who are we? It turns out I really don't belong there. Little did they know, the moon was slightly cold and the city was stained with blood. People were singing and dancing, laughing as time passed. The country was ruined and the family was ruined. The soul has returned, the city is deserted and lonely, who can paint it? Painting within a painting, the scenery lies in the person, and the emotion can evoke several realms.