Dusk Is a Wake-Up Call for the Other Shore

On the banks of the Forgotten River, the flowers bloom like blood, and the flowers sleep like silence. I am a caretaker and a prisoner, imprisoned in a cage of memory without her. Until she is like a stray breeze, stirring up a pool of stagnant water and breaking off the thorny "vitality". The ancient forbidden curse resonates for her, and the sky of Hades cracks for her. She stood at the starting point of annihilation, her eyes as clear as ever, but her smile as deep as the abyss: "Thousands of years of planning, just for this moment of encounter." From then on, the silent sand grains began to whisper, and the reverse flower stems grew memories, And the hole in my heart grew painful roots pointing to the past. When the bells on the other side ring again, it may not only be the flowers that wake up, There is also the period that was concealed by the reincarnation of life and death, About protection and abandonment, remembering and deprivation, A bloody romantic epic.