Flowers are beautiful, but easy to wither, and even more ruthless wind and rain. Don't worry about young people, this hatred is also in the dream, and when you wake up from the dream, it will disappear like smoke and clouds. The prosperity is like brocade, but it is gone. The desolate courtyard is so lonely, why bother thinking about the clouds and smoke, it is better to cherish the people in front of you. Accompanying the beauty, wandering around the world. Wandering around is so unrestrained...