It opens for a thousand years and falls for a thousand years. What is recorded is a thousand years of longing. Flowers bloom without leaves, leaves grow without flowers; we long for each other but cannot see each other. It blooms delicately and beautifully, just to remind you of the memory of your past life. Thousands of years of reincarnation, just for the wrong moment with you. Born when it meets the soil, it expands in the wind, its red lovesickness tells the story of waiting for life after life.