I think there are three kinds of the most beautiful flowers in the world: one is epiphyllum, the other is the shore of sadness and despair, and the last is pure white jasmine.
Buddha said: the flowers on the other side bloom for a thousand years and fall for a thousand years. Flowers and leaves will never meet. Love is not cause and effect, fate is doomed to life and death.
There is an agreement between flowers and wind. A gust of wind comes and a flower blooms until all the dreams of flowers are blown away. The wind has a promise, the flowers are right, and the years are like this, and they will never bear it.
Flowers bloom on the other side, crying alone, gorgeous people do not return; In front of Naihe Bridge, we miss each other and look forward to each other. ...
Flowers on the other side, flowers on the other side, lingering flute in the evening breeze. Flowers on the other side, flowers on the other side, sunset.
Cold wind and drizzle, picturesque and delicate scenery. The road to the underworld, the flower on the other side, blooms between heaven and earth.