Zhuang Zhou dreamed of butterflies. Did the butterfly fly into Zhuang Gong's dream, or did Zhuang Gong accidentally fall asleep in the butterfly's dream?
True and false, is it the master of light or the breathing of darkness? You see, here, the beauty turns into a skeleton in a blink of an eye. The era of flying fire and flying flowers has passed, but, Jinnian, are you living in reality or a dream? What are you clinging to?
Bright and dark, deep and shallow, is it a light sleep in heaven or a deep sleep at the bottom of the sea? You see, here, the long-tailed peach blossoms always bloom and wither quickly, and the prosperity has become nothingness. But, do you live in the past or the future? What are you missing?
I love you, I can't help myself.