The rivers and lakes of harp and sword extend to the end of the world. One ride to the extreme, just press the long string.
Traveling thousands of miles across the yellow sand. Samsara circles the fingers, catkins fall and flowers fly.
A big dream is only a moment away. The fragrance of osmanthus in Sanqiu penetrates the window screen.
Phoenix songs and dragon chants accompany the youth. Listening to the rain in the small building, where is home?
Conception: