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.
Scattered into mud, ground into dust, only fragrance remains.
Helpless, let the flowers fall, Yan returns, deja vu.