Flowers Fall and People Go Away

A catastrophe in the world, people suffered, The hero is sad and lonely, and the beauty is like a flower withered. Looking back, my eyes are full of desolation, speechless and tearless. We know that hundreds of generations of passers-by are like a dream. The rivers and lakes are full of ups and downs, and the old love has passed away. True love is in youth, and it is difficult to continue the love. How can we forget each other in dreams? The flowers fall and people are gone.