The flowers bloom like brocade, and the flowers will eventually turn into spring mud.
There is a soft heart hidden in everyone's heart. It may be a lingering time, a plain word, or an unforgettable moment.
Welcoming and sending, gathering and separation.
All the soul-stirring emotions, all the ups and downs of sadness, the endless hardship and hesitation, the nameless love and hate.
Finally silence.
Intention: Love is the green plum in the heart, and the aftertaste always feels astringent