Flowers are not flowers, dreams are not dreams, the mirror is empty.
Rain is rain, fog is fog, and mist is a life of silence for hundreds of years.
The mirror, flowers, water and moon are all empty. They are all empty views.
If you hadn't been deeply in love for the whole life, how could you have the love for the second life?
Love arose, and I was surprised to see you resign. Nowadays, the figure in the green shirt has a true love at first sight.