Once the spring goes, the beauty will grow old, and the flowers will fall and people will die.
Now, spring has come and gone, and the peaches have withered and bloomed again. He was still standing in the peach forest, dressed in white, with his black hair falling, and the sound of the flute was still there.
The breeze blows, peach blossoms fall, and the fragrance spreads ten miles outside the peach forest. The sound of the flute played by that man was dyed with sadness, blowing out the loneliness and desolation, and blowing away the prosperity of this life. However, even if he played the music of nature, that person would no longer sing the sound of the flute, dance with his sword, or joke: "Zhou'er's flute sound is the best in the world, and my swordsmanship is the best in the world. We are a match made in heaven, and no one can separate us, haha!" I was young and arrogant at that time. The two looked at each other and smiled, and it was better to forget each other than to forget each other.
But now, he has abandoned his country, but can never find that person again. The youthful and frivolous days of that time are all in the past.