In the wilderness in the early morning, she could smell the fragrance of wild ginger flowers. When she was young, she loved the world as much as she loved a person.
The years of youth slowly fade away and the world begins to look stranger and stranger. The flowers turned from fresh to stiff, and the earth turned from heavy to cold.
The damaged palm caressed the solid earth, and the cloudy eyes looked up at the blue starry sky. No matter how small a person is, there is love, and no matter how ordinary a person is, there is hope. Love drives change, but change falls into reincarnation.
In the wilderness at dusk, she heard someone reading a memorial in the distance, and the setting sun was like blood.
The dry land is the withering of a generation. In a new world full of hope, people no longer live without hope.
The only thing that hasn't changed is the smell of wild ginger flowers.
Concept: freedom, love, starry sky