The peach blossoms are drizzled with mist, and he stays alone in the loneliness for the rest of his life.
Just pick up the pen and paint, and the paintings will not be able to capture the prosperity of a lifetime.
Endless lingering pain.
The peach blossoms were still blooming chaotically. He stabbed his chest with the sword, but only a chuckle made him suddenly wake up.
Unfortunately, it's too late.