The moon melts in the pear blossom courtyard, and there is a gentle breeze in the catkins pond. Beautiful things are always fragile.
Bird in a cage.
There is no need to recall the things in dreams, recalling can only be about the past.
If the wine is not intoxicating, everyone will be drunk. If the face is not red, it will be rouge.
Summer is over and the mulberry trees are falling.
Give a pear blossom as a gift, and your whole life will be pure.
Men in the world are both impatient and sentimental.
Flowers fade easily, and the moon is not round.
The breeze is intentional, and the hibiscus is affectionate.
Intended for Nazhi.
Intention: There is beauty in the world but there is also imperfection. There is no need to hold on to it.