By the side of the stone, who forgets the past; when the flowers bloom on the other side, who sows lovesickness. A few musical notes of the piano complain of obsession, a few whistles of the flute speak of deep love, but beside the bridge, there is only lovesickness. You can look forward to the nine-layered heavenly palace, where beauties are wearing red makeup, holding flowers and smiling with all their charm, filling up the world of mortals and intoxicating the sky.