Amidst the lights and the sound of oars, the sky is still cold and the water is still cold. Silk and bamboo sang softly in the dream. There are buildings outside the buildings, mountains beyond the mountains, and people outside the buildings and mountains have not yet returned. Before the person returned, Yanyu looked back and had already passed the Wangchuan River. The man holding the piano had tears all over his shirt, and flowers rustled all over his shoulders. It falls all over the shoulders, the sound of the flute is cold, and the window shadow is dim. Where is Jiangnan among the sound of smoke and oars?