A guqin, a soul.
The sound of the piano flowed, and she was at ease, while he stopped and watched from afar.
After searching for him for a thousand years, she was displaced because of him.
When the soul of the piano leaves the strings, it stops playing;
When a general loses someone he loves, his morale is high.
Love with a bitter taste, a game of cat and mouse.
"Flowing light can easily throw people away. The cherries are red and the bananas are green."
Looking back again, the strings have broken and the music has ended, and the music has ended and people have dispersed.