All Three Lives and Three Lives Are Destined

Porcelain and fire, flowers and wind, the reflections of three periods of time and space crack and heal repeatedly in a silent artifact. The ancient red makeup policy, the black and white fire of the Republic of China, the modern blue wind letter - the same fragrance passes through the ashes, and the same crack reflects the old bones. Who embeds the heartbeat into the glaze before every fall? Who wrote an unreadable oath between the sound of gunfire and the withering of flowers? Tempered by fire, buried by wind, memories were crushed into dust and then automatically put back together before dawn. They met, recognized each other, lost each other, and then stood side by side in the countdown bell—— Just to write "unfinished" into "eternal" and turn a ripple into a tide of three lives. Turn the pages and don't blink: The story hasn't happened yet, and the ending has already been completed.