The world is like a dream, floating like water, cloudy and clear, waxing and waning. In the wind and rain, the fragrance goes with the wind, the wind disperses and the rain collects, the mist is thin and the clouds are light.
Dreaming back at midnight, tears are like bead curtains, life and death, separation and laughter, love and hate separated by thousands of years, staying together until death, the blue sky falls into the underworld