A pure heart walks freely in the world of mortals, the fragrance is pure and fragrant, the white clouds and plum blossoms reflect each other, the rosette is pure and does not stain the heart. Gentle helplessness, with a touch of long-lost sadness. A lone bird perches alone on a branch, a clear lotus stands in the middle of the pond, thinking about the end of the world, wondering how long the love will last. When the dream comes true, it will also be broken. A piece of earthly fragrance that is as fragrant as a lotus, I sigh: the lotus grows in the sea of suffering.