A person's life is long, long enough to experience all the pain; a person's life is short, too short to experience all the happiness;
When the heart lotus bloomed, she didn't know that her life had fallen into a strange circle; when the sun shone on the cactus again, she finally understood that she had been escaping for a long time.
Reality and illusion are both suffering externally. When flowers bloom and wither, is it man-made, environment, or self?
The key is how to complete self-salvation?
This is a story about schizophrenia and finding self and love. It is also a story that allows us to witness love and miracles.