What is the meaning of the whole paragraph of "Burying Flowers" in Dream of the Red Chamber? Thank you!

The flowers are all gone, the petals fly all over the sky. The bright red color has disappeared, the fragrance is gone, who is at their mercy? In front of the pavilion high above, the wandering silk hangs feebly, fluttering in the wind. Willow flakes fall down and lightly stain the embroidered curtains. The girl in her bosom is worried about the passing of spring, and is full of sorrows that she does not know where to vent. She took a flower hoe in her hand and went out of the embroidery room, walking along the way, not wanting to step on the fallen flowers. The willows and elm pods are spreading their own fragrance, not caring about the peach blossoms and plum blossoms that are falling. The peach blossom and plum blossom will bloom again next year, but I don't know who will be in the room next year. The nest was built in March, and the swallows on the beam were too heartless (not caring about the flowers)! Next year, when the flowers bloom, the swallows will be able to peck at the mud again, but by that time, they may have already left, the old nests will have fallen to the ground, and the beam will be empty. For three hundred and sixty-five days a year, the wind is like a sword and the frost is like a sword. How long can a flower be bright and colorful? Once they fall, they are hard to find. When the flowers are open, anyone can see, flowers behind the hard to find, so standing in front of the steps of the funeral flowers unlimited sadness. Leaning alone on the flower hoe secretly shed tears, tears sprinkled on the branches of the tree has been no flowers to leave a trace of blood . The azalea no longer calls, it is already dusk, I carry the hoe back, cover a door. The lamp shines darkly on the wall, and people have just gone to sleep. The cold rain pounded on the window, and the quilt I covered myself with felt no warmth. If you ask me why I am so sad? Half of it is pity for spring, half of it is annoyance with spring. I pity the quiet arrival of spring and hate its secret departure. She comes without telling me and goes without saying hello. Last night I heard a sad song outside the yard, I don't know whether it was the soul of the flower or the soul of the bird singing. I don't know whether it was the soul of the flower or the soul of the bird singing. The soul of the flower and the soul of the bird won't stay here, the bird won't speak, and the flower has closed its petals. I wish I could sprout a pair of wings under my arms and fly with the flowers to the end of the sky. Even if I could fly to the end of the sky, where would I find a pile of fragrant mounds? It would be better to wrap the fragrance of my bones in a silk bag, and cover up my flirtation with a pile of clean earth. Since my body came clean, it is better for me to leave clean than to be stuck in a ditch and covered with filth. I have come to bury you today, but I don't know when I will die. When I bury the flowers today, people will laugh at me. I don't know who will bury me someday. Look at this scene when spring is over and the flowers are falling, it is the same as when the redhead dies of old age. By the time the spring is over, the redhead will have aged and the flowers will have fallen, and neither of them will be able to care for the other. This is the translation of the line I slightly arranged a bit, I hope you see a little easier Hey, we help each other, I hope you can take my answer Thank you,