He sang a tune that Wen Tangyu was familiar with, and it was also a song that Wen Mei had heard countless times. By the waterside of Biluo Valley, he poured a pot of wine into the cold pool to pay homage to his friends who had left and never returned.
The wind and rain in the world have long gone. On the cold Jinlan Peak, every time the wind and snow opened the door, I thought it was you.
Forty years have faded the black hair into white snow, tempered the spirit into tolerance, and the sharp edges between the eyebrows have gradually been replaced by wrinkles. Among the green mountains and white waters of Jinlan Peak, I am growing old slowly.
There is always something that remains unchanged, even if the wind and snow in the mountains blow away time.
Every time the wind and snow opened the door, I sang this song. And you will always have the same face as before, at the bottom of the Bichen Pond and on the Jinglan Peak. Forty years passed by in a blink of an eye——
"I can still see you in this life."
Traditional martial arts, plot line > emotional line
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