The body is in a kaleidoscope, and the heart is swimming in the colorful clouds. 2. Flowers bloom, flowers fall, become demons, and become Buddhas. 3 flashy life, forget a season. The memories were confused and lingering. Her smile was devoid of loneliness. the strings miss the years of splendor. Those years were like a dream, like flowing water, gone forever. I don't cry, I don't say goodbye, I don't complain about my death. Spring is like an old friend, empty and thin, tear-stained red, through the silk.