"The flower of 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."
——"Buddhist Scripture"
Flowers from the other shore will always bloom leisurely on the other shore
In my heart, I can only wander on this shore
How many fireworks happened in the wind and rain
How many dreams in this world all flow eastward with the water
What is seen is extinguished and what disappears is remembered
It's blooming to full bloom, it's a flower...
The memory left behind is just a field of flower petals...
Once the wind blows it away, there will be no more...
— Preface
Intention: