The most beautiful and arrogant flower in the world is the mandala. It stands proudly on the other side, looking coldly at the tearful eyes on the other side of the bridge, filled with love and hate.
The most beautiful flower in the world is also the mandala. It blooms in a wedding dress, but not for itself, but to meet the person who has passed by in life before time, even if it is just for a moment.
The most pitiful flower in the world is also the mandala. It tried its best but failed to catch up with the time and did not meet the waiting person. At the end of its withering, it finally lowered its head, and the leaves bloomed at that moment, but the flower closed its eyes forever.
Every poignant love is a mandala story. Love without knowing, love without knowing, love with hatred. The monk who adheres to the rules but loves the princess deeply, the princess who is brave for love, the master who loves clearly but cannot love, the apprentice who loves clearly but dare not love, who is the flower? Who is Ye? Who is it that is obsessed with staying together, and who is pursuing the answer in life?