Although dreams are beautiful, they are ultimately frivolous;
The flower soul sells itself, dancing under the moon.
When will the fresh peaches and plums be fragrant?
Leaning lightly in the dim light, it is hard to find.
At the end of the blue sky, it is even harder to relieve sorrow;
Staying together for a long time, accidentally fell into the ditch.
Flowers fall and people die, beauty is lost;
The remaining flowers are wandering, and the laughing fool comes to bury them.
The first tear in this life is shed for you,
The first love on the other side is for you to cultivate.