The beauty of the world of mortals is a passerby, and life is full of dreams. Cigarettes don't know what poetry is. Life is bitter.

From "passers-by"

Full text, the mountains and rivers are carefree, the wind is wrinkled, and the sunset is full of worries. The beauty of the world of mortals is a passer-by

It means very pessimistic, no matter what you look at, you look at it from a negative perspective, and there is no optimism at all. Imagine everything in the world as pessimistic and look pessimistic.