I was a stubborn stone, but I somehow gained wisdom. I accidentally participated in her story, and finally got the red flowers on the cliff to accompany me. I was extremely lucky.
After her, I lived for countless years and saw all kinds of gains and losses, joys and sorrows in the world, but the most unforgettable thing is her story. Probably because she said I looked like the moon, probably because her hands were too warm, probably because I was the witness to all her stories.
I accompanied her through the dense forest with strange noises in the dark night, into the brightly lit military camp, up to the luxurious throne, and back to the very beginning. Little did she know that her stone knew everything about her. She didn't know I existed.
But I'm lucky enough.
Intention: Life is never decided, everything is uncertain