The flowers are in full bloom.
The flowers bloomed, and large areas of red blood burned the pupils, reviving the memories of past lives.
Her bright red eyes were filled with love, hate and unwillingness in the world. It turned out that she was just waiting for that person to appear for fifteen hundred years.
The flowers have faded, and there is no more fragrance in the world. It is lonely, it is unique, and it blooms on the other side of the forgotten world.
They loved her, hated her, pity her, and blamed her. They gave her joy and momentary happiness, but no one could keep her. They said no one could afford her.
Little did they know that each of them was the glory that never faded in her life.
When love reaches its peak, those splendid, prosperous and unforgettable memories will all come to an end regardless of whether they have an ending or not.