If soil could sing, to whom would its song be sung?
If soil could cry, where would its tears flow?
An ordinary pottery xun carries the dust of seven thousand years of history and affects the ordinary love in the world!
I don't want to move the world, I just want to hold a strand of your sincerity! In the simple Xun music, there are your affectionate eyes and my tranquil smile! But the world of mortals has already obliterated my downfall and your betrayal!
Looking back again, as time goes by, love is a poem that we can never understand!
I wander from city to city, but I can never escape the shackles of memory. You go further and further on the road of chasing money, but you never know what I want most? When my wandering turned into an escape, I suddenly realized that love and hate are just a thought!