A bunch of small essays, not necessarily finished. Feel free to watch it, you are not required to watch it, you can just walk away if you don't like it.
The world is a story
At first, those flowers bloomed with those people and things, and then slowly fell to the ground, and were carried away to the world by the breeze.
One person has one petal, one thing has one flower
When the trees and flowers are in full bloom, the world is prosperous
When the petals are falling in the wind, the world is in chaos again
Whether it's a general on the battlefield, a witch who brings trouble to the world, or a "madman" in the eyes of the world...
They all belong to that tree flower
Purpose: recalling the past
