"All the fragrances are swaying and blooming alone, occupying the charming scenery of the small garden. Sparse shadows are slanting across the clear water, and dark fragrance floats in the moonlit dusk. Frost birds steal their eyes when they want to come down, and pink butterflies know how to unite and break their souls. Fortunately, we can make love with each other with a slight chant, and there is no need to share the golden statue with a sandalwood board."