When did I start to fall in love with the flower of the other side? It's because the flowers and leaves don't meet each other, and they are inseparable. The red and gorgeous flowers in full bloom are unforgettable; the flowers withered on the spot, tragic and unpleasant to the eye. Or maybe, deep down in my heart, I always feel that the real flower of the other shore does not exist in the world, but is a demon blooming in the illusory other shore.