Picking up the flowing water, it is full of spring.
The trees are full of green peaches, and the wind and sunshine are on the waterside.
It's just a story of dreams rising and falling. I don't know if life is like a dream or a dream is like a dream. The rouge reflects the white bones, and there are a few lines of blood and tears behind the light clouds. No one is special and no one is innocent.
The short song is slightly chanted and the song is reverberating. The song lingers, the sadness lingers. Grief cannot last forever but love can.