Original watercolor painting
No signature on the front
Story handwritten at the back
Signed at the back
In an endlessly wide red field
With an infinite beauty
And a gem-like radiance
They rise, as countless as sand grains,
Those splendid flowers.
They are said to grow on the other side
And to guide those who were lost,
But where are we supposed to go,
When there's a scarlet sea all around?
Maybe it means no path is wretched,
Or perhaps there is no path that is not,
But either way,
All ways can be walked on.