The flowers are withering, the flowers are flying all over the sky, the love in the red building is sad, and the soul is withering. In terms of love, dreams come back and we vow to stay together to the death. Little by little, they enter the heart, drifting in and out, knowing and falling in love with each other. It turns out that love is just a short period of longing. When I look back, it becomes empty in the blink of an eye. When I look back suddenly, there is only light smoke left, drifting away in the wind.