One night of frost and wind, the green hair turned white, and the fleeting years were gone, leaving only the clank of the immortal bones. Waking up from the dream of mortal world, drinking alone under the moon, surrounded by fairy spirit, forgetting the fireworks of the world. Somewhere deep in the clouds, the mist rises to hide the traces of a fairy, and a man dressed in white floats by. Flowers bloom and fall, clouds roll and relax, and the immortal smiles away his grudges. With bare hands gently stroking the piano, the fairy music lingered around the beams for three days, and all the dust in the world was washed away. Walking in the snow to find the shadow of plum blossoms, meeting a fairy under the moon, and charming a city and then a country with a smile.
Among the green mountains and green waters, immortals roam freely, not caring about mundane matters, only being intoxicated in the fairyland. The melodious sound of the jade flute travels through thousands of years of clouds and smoke, awakening the sleeping crane. On a night when the stars are scorching hot, the immortal is standing alone in the boat, raising his glass to invite the bright moon to drink with him. At the peak of his splendor, the immortal waved his sleeves and took away a piece of cloud. On a misty and rainy day, walking alone on a mountain path, I met an immortal who had escaped from the world. The moonlight shines all over the lake, and the fairy steps slightly in the waves, as if in a dream. Picking up the stars and holding the moon in his arms, the immortal smiles at the coldness of the world.
Concept: Fairy Tales