On the bank of willow smoke, all the flowers have fallen, the mountains and rivers are handed over, and I smile for you. Caressing the smoke and sand of half the city, playing an ancient piece of Chang'an music sadly, extinguishing the prosperity of the world, drunkenly cherishing the beauty, willing to be the enemy of the world for the king! How much love and hate do you have in this world of mortals? Where does the soul linger in the vicissitudes of life? Life is like a dream, how much joy can there be? Travel all over the world and step into reincarnation. Suddenly looking back, in the dimly lit place, all this worldly life is just a dream.