They portray joy and sorrow, love and separation. Are there no stories of the past in our time? We watch praise and blame rise and fall, and there are always people in the audience who see themselves in the play.
Begonias bloom, strings and flutes begin to play. Begonias fall and turn to dust. The entanglements of opera, commerce, and officialdom, the twists and turns of love and hate: actors, scholars, merchants, politicians... Every facet of human life takes its turn on stage. Though the stage is beautiful, it is not real. The only reality is the touch of death.
Theme: Between heaven and earth, all scenery eventually fades into nothingness. No matter how deeply we love or how bitterly we hate, the moment we face blood, all living beings are equal
