It turns out that the colorful flowers are blooming everywhere, like this, but they are all ruined. Good times and beautiful scenery are in the sky, and whose home is the pleasure? Life is like an illusory dream. When you wake up from the dream, the prosperity passes away and the beauty turns to ashes. Love and hate, love and sorrow cannot escape fate after all. The prosperity is like smoke and disperses in the wind, and the beauty is like ashes.