At the moment when the last meteor disappeared, I saw white camellias blooming around me. My thoughts gradually flew into the distance. Camellia, Mandala, Eighteen Mandala Flower House, Humble Administrator's Garden, when the swallows come, the drizzle fills the sky and the wind fills the courtyard; leaning against the railing, the green plums are like beans and willows like smoke. Am I going back? It was a past that had been abandoned by me, but became more and more beautiful with the passage of time, a green past with a bright smile under the sun, and a faint memory of the fragrance of flowers in the starry sky.
And the guidance of the bright moon and stars will lead the destiny.