Nanshan Cui Cui, the male fox Suisui.
Lu Dao is wandering, and Qi Zi is returning home.
This tragic song has been sung for more than two thousand years.
That year the sycamore leaves fell, that year the autumn colors were desolate.
The sycamore trees remain the same, but the people are no longer what they were yesterday.
Intention: things are different and people are different
