"Ghosts in autumn graves sing Bao's poems, hating the blood for thousands of years, and the blue in the earth." The ashes of the bones are still wet and sandy, and the miserable ancient blood grows copper flowers. "I can give you 100 stories about roses, but I can't muster up the courage to give you a bouquet of roses." "I have never owned you, but I feel like I have lost you countless times."
Concept: hazy vision, a glimmer of ghost light, revealing the peach blossom face