Flowers are not flowers, mist is not mist. It comes in the middle of the night and goes at dawn. It comes like a spring dream, but it goes away like a morning cloud with nowhere to find it;
The water is the moon, the moon is the water, the sea is close, the horizon is far away, the close is as close as a hand and the distance is like a fairy tree.
He strayed into the mortal world, but found true love. He was as wise as a fool, but seemed crazy and stupid;
He was originally a prince, but he suffered from the country's upheaval. He was full of scheming, but he couldn't bear it.
Everything is like a flower in the mirror, the moon in the water, everything you and I do may be just for the other's momentary attention.