I can't forget the palpitation in my heart when I first looked back at Yaochi, and I can't forget the cold eyes before my death. You said everything is just like the first time we met, but I hope that we will never meet again in eternity. I just want to turn into a flower on the other side, and it is difficult to see the flowers when they bloom and fall. One day, the Bodhisattva passed by the underworld and saw the white flower of the other side. He dropped a seed in the Wangchuan River and sighed: It is better to forget than to remember. You can escape and find great freedom, so why bother to stay in the hell with endless sea of suffering. Love is in my memory and engraved in my heart. If she forgets, I will remember. Since then, flowers of two colors have bloomed on the other side, both red and white.