Plant a sunflower to face the sun.
Drink a bowl of wine to drown your sorrows.
Make a painting of Allure.
Find a bunch of grass and forget your worries.
The more beautiful the flowers bloom, the more miserable the death is. It turns yellow and withers like waste paper, and cannot be delayed for a day.
In this way, this short-lived and hopeless beauty is deeply rooted in the bone marrow, making people miss it and will never linger.