Blossoms are scattered by the wind and the wind cares nothing, but the blossoms of the heart no wind can touch.
It doesn't matter about money; having it, not having it. Or having clothes, or not having them. You're still left alone with yourself in the end.
There are two dilemmas that rattle the human skull: How do you hang on to someone who won't stay? And how do you get rid of someone who won't go?