Sachmet

“The flowers have already bloomed to their most beautiful and luxuriant form; if they bloom even longer, they will only start withering away. Sending them off on their journey now will leave their most perfect image imprinted in your heart. Isn’t that a good thing?” His five fingers closed into a fist, and the piece of fallen leaf in his hand was immediately pulverized into a fine powder, rustling as it fell from his fingers. “In this world, if one cannot live vigorously and freely in accordance to their own desires and inclinations, then what is the point? Humans are not that different from flowers.”
― meng xi shi, 千秋