This is a convulsive work. Please show mercy.
If you die now, you will be buried. Who knows when you will be buried?
People who bury flowers today are laughing like idiots, but who do you know who they will bury next year?
Just look at the spring flowers gradually falling, it is the time when the beauty dies of old age.
Once the spring is gone, the beauty will grow old, and the flowers will fall and people will die without knowing it!
If Daiyu's life, after Lin Ruhai's death, had not been as helpless as catkins, it would not have ended with hatred.