When someone quotes the old poetic image
about clouds gradually uncovering the moon,
slowly loosen knot by knot the strings
of your robe.
Like this.
——Like this by Rumi

1.
They talk about everything wrong, for life, love, rights, morals, desires, youths, or trivial affairs. They struggle with the fact that they are not beautiful or successful enough. Of course, everyone may feel that way. But among all the unnecessary anguish, they overlook the most important thing of all - and that is death.
Romanticizing death is cruel, Flow thought so. And when someone talks about beautiful suicides in fiction, she doesn't engage. She'd rather think about her romance fiction.

2.
What is a heart made of?
Luft et blut.
Can you move it?
Yes.
Can you destroy it?
Yes.
Will you love her unreservedly in good times and bad, in wealth and in poverty, in health and in sickness, in happiness and in sorrow?
...No.
Will you be faithful to her forever, until death do you part?
No.

3.
Look at the fragile moon. Every fragment of it shimmers.
No, not between the skies. Put yourself down to the water.
The wind is blowing it apart.

4.
Flow was quite confused about her name.
Flow.
A spirit that travels like a wisp of the night breeze, leaving no trace but the rustle of leaves. She is everywhere, but you cannot find or catch her anywhere. Certainly, everything flows, like this.
She told the author about the suspicions and sincerely expressed her gratitude for the fine and poetic name.
"It's a word I saw on a road sign when I was young and didn't know what it meant then." The author replied with a smile.