Flowers are the seeds of love. Taking sorrow as soil and turning sadness into water; cherishing it day and night will eventually lead to bitter fruits.
The girl who woke up with no memory, and the boy who had been waiting for her for five hundred years frowned, obviously lost and sad, but smiled and said: "It will be fine when you wake up."
Why?
Do you know the mandala?
Do you know what it feels like to be shattered to pieces when someone falls off a cliff?
Do you know what it feels like to have a piece of flesh and blood cut out of your heart?
Why has the precepts been standing in Thattaroni for six hundred years but still not reached the mandala? Why couldn't she let go even after jumping off the cliff? And why would she rather have her hands stained with blood to leave behind that obsession?
The flowers were speechless, all swaying in the wind.
The girl asked her: Why don't you leave here even though you have become a water ghost? The water ghost replied:
"Just because I once met my beloved."
The boy said: "All the pain is incomparable to the moment when I can no longer see you."
But what did the owner of this body do wrong? Just because I have to be reborn in her, should she die?
"Perhaps you were wrong in letting me come back to life in the first place..." The girl cried and screamed at the boy.
After washing away all the fragrances and cleaning them up, I summarized the flower details here.
Please collect it, hee hee.