Suddenly the warm wind and smoke fill the Jiangxiang, and the cooks in the flowers carry jade jars;
The sound of the flute disturbs the intestines of the guests, and no one can go past Wuyi Lane, where there is a newly painted beam for someone with a different surname.
This is the lyrics I wrote for Yan Ruohan, the leading actress on the stage.
But, Xiaohan, how can I let you be alone on such a huge stage?
Interpretation of hundreds of colors, but no color of its own;
Singing about other people's lives, but not your own life...
Intention: