One is gentle and warm as the moon, clear as water, and fresh as a breeze: Son of the Gods, King of Flowers, Zhi.
One is deep as the night: Son of the Gods, Earth.
One looks down upon the vault of heaven: Son of the Gods, Sky.
One is where the clouds drift to the edge of the universe: Feng San Yun Yi.
A love, a heart full of resentment, a calamity.
Like a dream,
in a world that belongs to flowers, a fated meeting.
Witness the love and hatred between brothers.
Witness the fated love between a Son of the Gods and the daughter of a chancellor in the mortal world.
Witness a fantastical kingdom of plants.
(I actually posted this before, but... I forgot the password... so I couldn’t update it... Sigh!!)
