I am a flower growing on the edge of the Forgotten River. People passing by say that we are called the other side flower.
Our life is only seven days.
Today is the seventh day of my blooming. It is the day I saw him for the first time. He was different from all the people passing by. He discovered me. The most inconspicuous me hidden among the flowers. He squatted down and picked up my withered petals, then cut open his fingertips with something, squeezed two drops of blood onto my stamens and told me to live well.
Today is the eighth day of my blooming, and I want to see him. I tried my best to reach my neck for the first time, imitating the way my sister had done before, hoping that he could see it at a glance.
He came when there was almost no one around. He saw my clumsy efforts and praised me, then touched my petals.
I am not happy, but sad. That was the first time I felt sad for my withered petals.
On the ninth day, he came very early. I was so happy. But he seemed hurt, he sat next to me and chatted with me. Ask me if I have anyone I care about.
I told him yes, but he didn't seem to hear me. He smiled and shook his head, stood up, patted his clothes, and cut his fingers to feed me blood like last time.
He said he would leave here tomorrow and let me live well.
Intention: Life after life, flowers and leaves never see each other