The other shore, gazing and waiting
Memory is like a river. I stand on this bank and stare at it, just because I know that on the other bank, you are waiting...
The flower of the other shore spreads crazily, dancing wildly, dancing so enchantingly, so thrillingly... The flower of the other shore, also known as Manzhu Shahua, and its flower language is just like itself. The flower has no leaves, and the leaves cannot see the flower. It waits forever, but is separated forever. This waiting seems to be endless. Neither the flowers nor the leaves know that they are being waited for. Therefore, they wither life after life, looking forward to life after life, but in the end they are still waiting silently... Without meeting each other.
I think dark red may really be the most suitable color for it! Red represents passion, but Manzhushahua's passion is repressed and dim...
For you, I gave up the dawn: for you, I grew old during the day: for you, I stood in the night, just hoping that the charming you could come to me through this dark night, even if it was just for a moment, so that the incense that belongs to you in the night, and when you leave, let me be sure that your arrival is real! Not void!
It's not because I have lost my patience to wait for you, but - my dear, please let me know that you are still alive and well. This is not a dream, not a one-man show that I directed and acted...