Sigh of Pity

A figure walked under the starlight, with a harp behind him and a sword at his waist. Taking gentle steps, he walked away slowly. Every step creates a lotus, every sentence chants: "The rain of stars washes away the beauty over the years;" "I never dreamed of being safe." "The old man Xunfeng plundered the water swallow;" "And bring great ambition to Yunmu Mountain." "Sad wind guest thousands of miles across the sky;" "Asking about time makes people tired." "How many things happened in ancient and modern times;" "I give you a harp and a sword." The moaning stopped, the steps stopped, and suddenly looking back, all I could see was...