A wisp of breeze and a dream originate from the birth of the imperial mausoleum.
The white lotus comes out of the mud and feels at ease. Unfortunately, all the people he encounters are inhuman.
The countryside of spring is green everywhere, and the God of Wealth in the chair is in love.
Flower branches are broken by the world, and flowers bloom and fall without mercy.
The dark clouds close and the moon sometimes disperses, and the moon's shadow must eventually fall into the water.
The pearl is covered with dust and has no light; the lotus flower bears seeds and the lotus flower falls.
Love is hard to change, and falling flowers and flowing water are all love.
The white crane ascends to the sky and returns, leaving only a drop of tear when I wake up from the dream.