Flowers blossom and wither, conditioned phenomena arise and disappear. When death comes, what else in the world can one not let go?
Be philosophical, letting go, assume responsibilities, no clinging, live weill. An ancient poem may inspire us: In the morning, we see a tree full of blooming red flowers. In the evening, we see a bare tree with all flowers withered away, If we compare life with flowers, the impermanence of life is the same as that of flowers.