Santuchuan. Flowers on the other side of the river. Naihe Bridge
A river of clear water separates the two banks, and the flowers on the other bank are blooming red and gorgeous.
Fragile hands fold the flower stems, remembering the half-life fate.
Looking at the end of the water in the distance, the longing is painful but sweet.
Tears fell slowly, but the other shore was not this shore.