The flower language of the tea flower is: the beauty of the end.
The building is high and the sun is gone
Looking across the road to the end of the world
It was first smoked when I arrived.
The wind of love is coming thousands of miles away
Pushing the pillow and disappearing
Being carried around like yesterday, wandering everywhere
How old is Haoran today?
Who said there is no less in life?
Still in the dream
But there are old loves and new grudges
Things in life come and go
I'll laugh drunkenly with you for thirty thousand times without complaining about my grief.
Zen heart has lost love in the world
Never dreamed of sleep again
These thousands of lives only exist
Where is my hometown after stepping out of the world of mortals?
——San Mao