Observing the blooming and wilting of flowers is essentially an observation of the rebirth of all living things on Earth. I find a special beauty in contemplating a wilting plant, as the brightness of color gradually fades and more complex and deeper shades of color emerge, as well as the shape changes, becoming sharper, more intricate, and thereby becoming more visually appealing to me, devoid of its former decorativeness but at the same time filled with deeper philosophical meanings.