The mountain flower indulges red allure, bloom purple charming. Swaying green vitality, chewing white sweet. The hollow of the flute, the beating of the drum. An intoxicating wine. The lingering feelings of spring, drunk into peach, rippling the honey of willow maple, telling the pink feelings of the world, tiger ear grass poured out a long lost heart, the child flute played out a peach blossom laughing spring breeze, carefree happiness, reveling in the end of the world.