The autumn wind is clear, the autumn moon is bright, the fallen leaves gather and disperse, and the jackdaws roost again...
The man in white is holding a jade flute in his hand. The bleak autumn wind is accompanied by the weeping flute sound, which is gentle and lingering in the pale moonlight. This desolate late autumn evoked the man's memories of every moment he spent with his senior brother. Faced with the alienation and betrayal of loved ones, how should we deal with this relationship that has deteriorated at some point? Is it the calm and clear clouds after shaking hands and making peace? Or just forget about each other? Where should I go?