A Fleeting Bloom

I don't even know what to say. It feels like the epiphyllum is personified, showing a fleeting beauty. However, this kind of beauty requires the most true "heart" to achieve, but this most true "heart" also requires the "sacrifice" of another true heart? Okay, I'm overthinking that. In fact, what you wrote is basically a thriller story. Although it seems very beautiful, it is too unlucky to be short-lived. If I look at it again, I can still see that human beings are cruel and not environmentally friendly. They can hurt people who are not the ones they cherish. They will trample other things for their own selfishness to get another thing... In the end, all the language is reduced to one sentence: "Atom, will you die if you don't abuse it for a day?" PS: Old problem. There are typos and omissions, and "the right place" is not distinguished.

The beautiful ghostly words, the dazzling brilliance of a small flash in the pan, the poor and pitiful calligrapher gave a devilish and crazy love to his rich lover. . . . .