It rains and winds at night, and dreams fall among the flowers. When I woke up from a dream, it felt like a lifetime ago, and between my eyebrows, I was filled with lovesickness. Alone at the end of the world, drunk and greedy for pleasure. The worrying thoughts are endless. Leaning alone in front of the window, letting the wind blow, watching the flowers fall, under the yellow flower tree, are you playing the jade flute again, drunkenly pulling out the love strings? Looking into the distance for thousands of years, the prosperity has disappeared, but my infatuation has not changed. I borrowed peach blossoms and looked forward to the coming year.