The golden Senbonzakura blends into the night. Among the three thousand worlds, the red dust and the yellow spring, even the lamenting song cannot be heard. The blue sky on the other side is far away and untouchable.
Five thousand remaining candles are burning and extinguished, and the long night cannot be warmed. This person rides a crane and flies away. The world is crowded with people for several times. The prosperity is as strong as fire. It is a wonderful farewell in this world. The dust cannot be caressed, and I don't know why I miss you.
The long wind no longer sings loudly, the sound of the flute is lonely in the desert, the world is full of sorrow for life and death, and I want to cut off understanding with one knife.
Tonight, when you are sober, you will not distinguish between flowers in the mirror or the moon in the water.
In a puddle of pure land, looking back is a bright and sunny day.