The streets are as prosperous as a brocade, who is fighting for spring?
In the dream, three thousand flowers have all fallen, so why be sad about autumn?
The sea dries up and waits, the prosperity reappears, but it disappears, the sadness is empty, and no one answers.
Looking forward to it, when will it end?
In the dimly lit place, I walk calmly and almost miss you. When I miss the fallen flowers, do I miss them? I am so soft and charming that I have to save a few red beans. I miss you like running water for a thousand days.
You know, this body is only for half a day, and I live in peace and quiet. The time is like a dream, the most ecstatic, leaning on the railing alone, returning to silence after being drunk.
You know, it is hard to be apart when we are together, and the flowers are blooming and withering silently. Who knows my haggard body? The moon is waxing and waning, how can I not add lovesickness.
Intention: You know that the flowers have bloomed and withered silently, and they have fallen into dust and are nowhere to be cherished.