Flowers in the Floating World

The floating world of flowers is a dream, transformed into a fleeting dream in a special era in old Shanghai. In it, there were smart, wise, kind, graceful women, and gentle, indifferent, silent and proud men. All of them came to nothing. Who still remembers that romance? Who still remembers the sadness that once existed? It's nothing more than a clear song rising from a dream that has passed away. It is nothing more than a ray of loneliness that no one can understand in a prosperous opera. Those people, in the years of sparse shadows, flowed away like gravel. In the desolate past, there was only the floating shadow of the moon, singing in a low voice, "Three thousand mortals, we can't come back again."