The opening poem: The bells of Gion Abode are ringing, echoing that all things are impermanent. The flowers of the two trees of Sala have lost their color, and the ups and downs of life are like vicissitudes of life.
The impoverishment of life and death has nowhere to go, just like a yellow beam dream. However, the causes and conditions must eventually disperse, like dust blowing in the wind.
Give yourself some flowers, hahaha