"The flower of the other shore blooms for a thousand years and falls for a thousand years. The flowers and leaves will never see each other. Love is not cause and effect, fate is destined to life and death."
——"Buddhist Scripture"
It grows mostly in field paths, riverside walks and cemeteries, so it is also known as the dead man's flower.
In autumn, the flowers bloom, almost red and black.
The entire Bianhua flower looks shockingly red, like fire, blood, and tea.
It was born in the friendship between brother and sister. After experiencing the baptism of hatred, it becomes more and more charming. It hurts to the point of looking at it, hurts to the point of heartache, hurts to the point of no pain, no sorrow, no joy, and no difference of life and death!
Is unethical love something you bring yourself to blame or is it an infatuated obsession that lasts forever? In the context of unethical love, why does he regard the person who loves him as his biological sister, and why does he regard his biological sister as the only lover in his heart?
Flowers bloom on the other side. When the flowers bloom, you can't see the leaves. When there are leaves, you can't see the flowers. The flowers and leaves don't see each other, and they are inseparable.
And where is the other side of the flower?
Is it far away or close?
Maybe there is no other shore at all, maybe the other shore has been abandoned at your feet, maybe this other shore is piously and eternally guarding a tree that only belongs to you.
Manzhu Shahua.