Asking the world with a smile, what is righteousness and what is evil?
Looking back at the world, the sword is tired and the people are tired...
Laughing at the world, grievances and hatreds, idiots say when will their dreams stop?
Looking at the world of mortals, the beauty is fluttering with the fragrance of camellias and does not care about worldly affairs.
To the end of the world, the breeze carries clouds and withered leaves, and the heaven and earth are at home in my chest.
Smell the fragrance of flowers, for whom does the short-lived flower bloom? It is not because of infatuation, but the fragrance of flowers.