Bianhua

Past lives, this life, several generations of reincarnation. Those who want to forget, do not forget, are left in the other side of our lives, far away. The memories of the millennium are parked on the other side, and they are really tangible, but they can’t afford a sense of pain. Every time we rub shoulders with the happiness of past lives, and at the same time lose the happiness of this life, remember not forgetting, only the never-fading Manzhu Shahua. Bright red, particularly glaring in the dark, surrounded by darkness. We have forgotten countless times, and memories, only the red that cannot be forgotten.

There is a poem: the other side of the flower opens the other side, but the bridge can be used

The other side of the flower opens the other side, the broken intestines are broken!

Forget the flow of the river, forget the river, the other side of the flower opens the other side

The other side of the bank opened the other side of the river.

Perhaps, life is like this, love is also true. Get a lot, but forget more and bury more.

We all believe in the existence of happiness, so it exists. But this does not mean that we can have it, everyone has a different definition of happiness. Nature, happiness, will give us many choices, what we want, and we are not sure to escape. They all said that the other side represents the unreachable happiness. In fact, it is within reach, just because I have forgotten everything, so I will never find happiness in the collection of flowers on the other side. There is a saying, I remember, I don't know if it is right or wrong: I chose to forget it because I loved it. But I am willing to believe.

The other side of the flower is real, there are too many legends to explain it to us, always beautiful but sad. The unreachable happiness is also true. Therefore, the legend about Manzhushahua has been passed down to this day.

Beautiful, but always in full bloom at the other end of life.

Beautiful, but always represents dark and desperate love.

The other side of the flower, opened in our past and present, has not been interrupted.