Two sweet flowers sit silently on a remote mountainside. The hustle and bustle of the turbulent world does not reach here, and only the softly babbling brook and rustling trees can be heard.
The pounding of a war drum is inelegant. The only sound that ought to be heard is the smacking of one's lips in delight.
Deep in a remote mountain place, there are two quiet and sweet flowers.
The hustle bustle of the turbulent world has disappeared somewhere, you could hear the murmuring of the river and the rustle of the trees.
The beating of war drums is absolutely boorish.
If some sound must be made, it should be the sound of lips smacking in delight.