Countless flowers were suffocated under layers upon layers of stinking corpses and pools upon pools of dirty blood.
In this era of killing, we are sad little beasts trapped in the cage of memory.
I would like to use the string of silent purple bells to commemorate the childhood laughter hidden under the killing.
Most of the flowers growing in Shangxue State are gold, blue or purple.
It is the distinct color of sunlight and sky.
Therefore, people living there believe in the rumor that the higher the altitude, the closer to the sky. The closer to the sky, the more the flowers and plants prefer the blue of the sky.
The flowers under the sky always face the sun, as if they are devoutly looking up to the gods living in the sky.
At that time, there were no other colors except white, gold, blue and purple on the grasslands of Shangxue Prefecture.
Flowing green, ethereal white, golden sunlight, and clusters of purple-blue dotted on the grassland.
Those are pure flowers.
Adenophora or gentian.
Those purple-blue bells swayed in the wind, but made no sound.
Purple-blue flowers with bent stems hanging down like bells.
Those flowers have become the greatest childhood joy of the children living in Shangxue Prefecture.
Only when playing with flowers, those children will forget about the family's overt and covert struggles, and the huge family glory or shame that their young shoulders should not bear.
The three abandoned purple bells formed a circle regularly, very much like the plain and solemn wreath. Lying there quietly, unnoticed.
In the brilliance of the sun and moon, no one knows that there are three withered purple bells, and no one knows that those once gorgeous and pure flowers have been suffocated by piles of corpses and moist blood.
Those young people who were once childish have already experienced countless killings and bloodshed.