I am a manjushuahua plant growing by the Wangchuan River, in the secluded swamp of Wangchuan River. However, I am not ancient. I have been doing my job conscientiously for thousands of years.
Flowers bloom for thousands of years and fall for thousands of years, thousands of miles bright red like the eternal fire of karma in the underworld.
As a flower, I am ordinary. If I must say something unusual, it would be that I fell in love with a ghost.
A ghost high above and out of reach.
In this regard, as a flower, I feel a little melancholy.