Buddhist scriptures record: "The flower on the other shore blooms for a thousand years and falls for a thousand years. The flowers and leaves will never see each other. Love is not cause and effect, fate is destined to life and death."
Manzhushahua, bright red spreads all over the sky, small red flowers, with slender stems supporting the delicate petals, and the breeze blows gently, as if the petals can be folded off at any time.
Mandala flower, crystal clear white, delicate flowers, you can see the veins of virtue meridian inside, transparent blood flowing in the slender blood vessels, open proudly without the support of leaves, fragile and strong.
Between this world, there are only pure white and bright red. The white is cold, arrogant and lonely, and the red is enchanting and scorching. Staying close to each other, one defeat and one glory, flowers bloom and fall after a thousand years. Gorgeous death and grand rebirth. The red mandala flowers slowly disappear, and the white mandala flowers gradually bloom. Death and rebirth, disappearance and remnants. There is only a moment of blooming and a brief blend. At that time, red and true colors merged together in the heaven and earth. I was in you, and you were in me. Slowly the red flowers turned into mist like sand surrounding the white flowers. The world became quiet, and it happened again and again for thousands of years. ,
They are obviously twin flowers, but they will never meet each other.