Bird of Paradise on Hillside

This is a story about redemption In that patch of Strelitzia orchids She was facing the sunset, with her back to me—she had been sitting there for a long time, and I had been looking at it for a long time. "Hello." Finally I couldn't hold it back anymore and screamed for no reason. She turned her head slightly, and I couldn't see her face clearly in the shadow of the setting sun. She still sat there quietly, but just for a moment, the breath called "life" returned to her. Intention: May you be gentle to the whole world