Those peach blossoms are falling in her heart.
The god of death slowly approached her, stretched out the huge hand under the darkness, holding her once slender hand, but now her hand is rough and rough, no more Without soft hands, everything became hideous and terrifying.
She cried and threw herself into the arms of death with a broken heart.
From then on her innocence, kindness, purity and beauty, everything is gone, she has another kind of herself, she is ugly, sinister and vicious, she has become the goddess of darkness.
In the dark night, another quiet night, the youthful and elegant lilies have since disappeared, and black lilies bloom forever in the darkness.