Everything is so rapid in city life-coming fast, leaving fast. Life is enmeshed with joy and sorrow, always a mixture of sentiments. Flowers grow and wilt, things rise and fall. How many earth-shattering events happen in our lives? More or less everything is like a speck of dust: no matter whether in life or death, love or desire, gratitude or resentment, friendship or enmity, when you look back they're all just trivial matters.
In the end, these things are little more than jokes played by God on humans. Some love stories may end in misunderstandings, and some start from misunderstandings. In our lives, these trivial matters that make us laugh or cry and are constantly interrupting us.
Love that comes, goes and then comes again is always unexpected. There are always many different stories around us. No matter how much the people involved may cry to the heavens or bash their heads on the ground in anguish, to everyone else in the world these are merely trivial matters.