There is no shore on the other side of the flower blooming, and the river is still there when the soul has forgotten it. When I am drunk, I don’t know the vastness of the smoke. In my dream, the lights are dimly lit. The flowers and leaves have not seen each other for thousands of years. The fate is gone and the flowers are dancing. The incomprehensible flower nodded, and the Buddha crossed my heart and sighed in vain.
The flowers bloom for a thousand years and fall for a thousand years. When the flowers bloom, the leaves have fallen off, but when the leaves grow, the flowers begin to wither. Although the flowers and branches of the flowers grow from the same root, they will never see each other in life. The flowers bloom on the other side. .