Embers in the Pot

The Buddha said that worry and fear arise out of love, when one seeks but does not receive it, the five yins accumulate. What exactly is love and fear? Burning the rest of my life just for tonight's candles, is it because of love or fear? For the cold plum blossoms of Wushan, destroying the midsummer roses, is it out of resentment or hatred? The body is mottled with flying embers, and the temples are mottled. Who is guarding the wick in front of the lattice? Qi is like a gossamer that breaks the love shell. Who is the babbling Qiu Xiao in the cage? "How much you want to have my light, put that flower candle in the pot, I always want the candlelight to last and the neon lights to shine, but when morning comes, the sky is gray The tears of wax become desolate, and the embers of lamps turn to frost. "