This flower, when it blooms, there is no shore on the other side, and the soul is still in the river after forgetting about it. When I'm drunk, I don't know how vast the smoke is, and in my dream, the lights are dimly lit. The flowers and leaves have not seen each other for thousands of years, but the fate is gone and they dance and move. The flower is incomprehensible, the flower nods, the Buddha crosses my heart and the Buddha sighs in vain!
Intention: Sweet and sad