Flowers wither, flowers fly all over the sky, and red incense is pitiless.

I quit my job and go home, just like a flower falling from a branch, but this is not a heartless thing. It can be turned into the soil of spring and can also play a role in nurturing the next generation.

Falling flowers tell feelings without words, and running water has the speed of sound.

The fading red is full of sorrow for the remnants of spring, which makes the water stop for me.

Hua Lin thanked Chunhong. What a hurry!

Flowers from Shui Piao to water, one kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure.

Falling red is not heartless, but turning into spring mud protects flowers more.

Who will take care of the fallen flower or the dead girl?

Running water is gone, and spring is gone.

Even after autumn, when it is ground into dirt and turned into dust, plum blossoms still emit fragrance as usual.

There is nothing to do, flowers bloom and fall, and it seems familiar that Yan returns.