The Other Side

Sitting quietly by the river, there is no wind. The flowers on the other side are in full bloom, as gorgeous as blood. Such a figure appeared in front of him - fiery red clothes and long snow-white hair. Gradually, time intersects. The first time we met, it was mid-autumn. In the human world, the red leaves are just like the other shore flower, burning like an unquenchable flame. At that time, you were sitting under the maple tree... ... The breath was very shallow, very light, "Don't... Remember... Me..." You have disappeared... Intention: