When the fragmented life ends, what remains is endless desolation and sorrow.
When the pear blossoms in the courtyard withered and fell again, all that was left was the cool breeze and the desolation.
When the beloved passed away and could not see each other again, the string of pear blossoms he gave her was buried in the soil.
When the sound of the piano and flute filled with resentment gradually disappears in the palace, what is left?
When the pear blossoms fill the garden, naturally the flowers of the tree have fallen and the wind comes in the evening.