You are like the clouds in the sky, and Nong is like a bird in the clouds, accompanying each other, reflecting the sun and the wind. You are like the water in the lake, and Nong is like the flower in the heart of the water. You are in love with each other, making shadows with the moon. Why do we gather and disperse in the world? What are the joys and sorrows in the world? I hope to stay with you forever, and don't be like a flower.
The joys and sorrows of life are like a play. Whoever sings a clear tune will fall into a dream. When I first wake up, I will realize that everything is just as false as smoke.
Memories are complicated and time is like an illusion. We occasionally get lost and confused in it, forgetting the love that should be deeply loved, and confusing the hatred that should be resented. Time is slow and endless. If we meet the memory again, I wonder if those forgotten loves and hates are still there?
What makes us forget what we were like before, and what makes us remember those dusty years again after being scarred? Is it love that can't be let go or hate that can't be let go? Looking back, in fact everything has passed away...
Although the flowers bloom again, they must return to dust...