A sad poem about burying flowers seems like a prophecy coming true. A wisp of the soul-reviving fragrance will bring you the deep red silk thread of your life? Only if you don't miss lovesickness in your life will you miss lovesickness, which will harm lovesickness. The reason why I am helpless and blind in this life is because you are missing from my life. How to let you meet me at my most beautiful moment. For this, I have been praying to the Buddha for five hundred years, begging him to let us form a mortal relationship. I got my wish and met you in another world, but I never saw such a development and ending. You complete me and destroy me again. This time I left you, it was wind, rain, and night; you smiled, I waved my hand, and a lonely road spread to both ends.