Will that be the end of the spring garden with blooming flowers? Will that be the music of beautiful and passionate summer?
Will you see the closeness of autumn and the pouring of sweet blood?
Will there be a piece of pure white that winter has laid?
Or there will only be more falls and sacrifices, waiting for liberation and the death of the heart, fighting against the water and facing contradictions.
However, there have been patches of bright red in my dreams. When it travels across mountains and rivers to reach the realm of Mi Mi Ren, will it bloom all over the mountains and riverbanks of its hometown, or will it eventually die of illness in a foreign land?
(I write these banal and vulgar words with a guilty heart, and apologize to everyone for my lack of talent and knowledge)
Intention: Love, hate, anger and ignorance have their own way of heaven