The sound of the flute fades and the sound of the flute rises; thoughts circulate in the mortal world for thousands of years, crying about the various forms of history. It is difficult to find peace of mind and tranquility after seeing each other so late. The soul of the bird is crying to me. If the flower soul of the past is buried in the sky, God just gives you the opportunity to chase the clouds and the moon in the sky. Your heart chases the flower soul and approaches tentatively. What you are facing is a new paradise. The blue sea and blue sky, the cold moon burying the souls of flowers, the day when the rain and tears passed away, the past scenery condensed into a shameful scene, gone away.
The world is full of vicissitudes, love and hate are just passers-by in dreams, strange grudges. Director Yungui only wants a dream, the green light in the middle of the night is the most dreamy glass, and friends from thousands of miles away share the beauty of the moon. Eternal promises are just the brilliance of the previous life, or an illusory fable.