When the autumn wind blows away the splendor, you don't know how lonely your eyes are.
The blue clouds disperse and the fog leaves fall early, while the red polygonum seed-studded grass grows late.
Life is often broken and no one cares about it, and death is desolate and full of delusion.
The flowers, the grass, the weeds, the weeds, the flowers, the grass, the weeds, the love, the words, the lovesickness.
Conception: