Flowers bloom on the other side, dyeing the horizon red. Whose ruthlessness makes me think it is too redundant. Ya'an, I, dressed in red, promised to dance for you one last time. The red sleeves are lightly held, and the graceful dancing posture is spread out. You smiled so vaguely, but I knew from the bottom of my heart that your smile had never belonged to me. A touch of bitterness rippled in my heart. You gently held up the exquisitely carved jade flute, held it to your mouth, and accompanied me. On the edge of the cliff, there is a dance and a song. Resounded in the air. The blood-red petals of the other shore scattered in the air. The song gradually came to an end, and I rotated as hard as I could, like a flower of the other shore blooming in the desert, so enchanting and graceful. However, there is a sadness that no one knows hidden under the beautiful dance. The song ends and the dance ends. An exquisite spin, what greeted me was an abyss. The moment before falling off the cliff, I clearly saw two lines of unknown liquid flowing from the corners of your eyes. I laughed, tears mixed with the wind, spreading in the air, bitter. . .