Flowers are not flowers, humans are not humans, and monsters are not monsters. The world is so big, but love makes up the world.
How can there be no love in everything and everything in life? Traffickers, pawns, thieves and killers, who is willing to do them in life?
There is love in your heart, but you still can't let it go?
One leaf blooms, but Bodhi has no roots.
Flowers fly in seven days, and good love is born.
I would like to ask you who are watching, do you understand?
Turning around, lowering his head, slightly raising his eyebrows, a pretty figure fell into his heart. Turning around again, the beautiful lady was gone, and there was a pool of clear water left, as clear as promised. The love is so embarrassing, the meaning has been lost, only the lovesick brows are left!