Gold Powder and a Dream

No matter how beautiful the petals are, no matter how gorgeous the stamens are, if they fall on a piece of muddy soil, they will only end up red and withered, green and smelly. The young girl, the man buried in the sword, the bizarre engagement, the absurd love. He always thought, Love is true when it reaches the point of insanity, and love when it reaches its depth is the most precious. The word love should be as thick as tears and as deep as the sea. But I don't think that, with displacement and deformed love, starvation and a sick heart, chaos and out-of-control desires, who can end up with a happy life? Who else would be nostalgic for that gentle and wealthy hometown? The flowers are broken and the stamens are withered. This is a period of tears when the grass is left and the sun is gone... The burial mound. He was wrong, Wrong for ten whole lifetimes.