"Sang falls on wine. Dreams return to flowers." That scene of swords and sword shadows is lingering and charming, not like flying flowers into a dream, and when you wake up, only a pot of sake is left to accompany you. The mulberry trees fall, spring has gone, and the crane's sorrow is hard to calm down. The mulberry trees fall in wine, and the fragrance of chrysanthemums in Ba'an. It is not a bad thing to forget each other in the rivers and lakes. If forgetting can save you, I hope you will never remember.