A very favorite flower.
Manzhushahua, Language of Flowers: Sad Memories.
Buddha said
Flower of the other shore
Open for a thousand years
Fall for a thousand years
Flowers and leaves never meet
Love is not cause and effect
Destined to live or die
We miss each other but cannot see each other,
The road to the other side alone.
Even if it's sad, there are still memories.
Even if you have no memory, you can still ask about your heart.
On the road to the other side alone, I can only ask where my heart belongs.
Intention: