Second, I am a wisp of smoke in the world, and I will leave my figure wherever I float!
Three, after one thousand years, can this remnant be scattered with the wind like a wisp of smoke?
Fourth, you see, the river is almost gone, sigh, things are impermanent, enchanting for generations, but in the end it is just a wisp of smoke.
It's not your ticket that can relax and taste quietly in life, but a vague memory like a wisp of smoke.
6. The memory is still there, the photo is still there, and I am still there. A wisp of smoke penetrates the dream and is lost in the whole past and future. You are no longer, flowers are no longer, and life is no longer.
Seven, burn the unsatisfactory into a wisp of smoke.