Prologue
"Heaven and earth are the inn where all things lodge."
"Time is the passing traveler of a hundred generations."
Though the flowers bloom in splendid profusion, their beauty lasts but a moment; the heavens may perish, but time is eternal.
This is merely an imaginary world, an imaginary story, an imaginary age, and an imaginary landscape.
Yet I wrote it not only for people to admire.
"Life is like a dream. How many moments of joy can we have?"
I only hope the world will not be marred by so many beautiful stains.
Theme:
This imaginary - -? A handful of flowers~