Familiar tunes linger in the horizon, and suddenly fly far away, going to a place no one can find.
The nightingale is crowing for the first time, the pure white anemone flutters in the gentle wind, and the mist-covered towers and exquisite pavilions are indescribably graceful.
The lotus buds as big as a human head are hanging heavily, and they are peaceful in the distant and quiet rhythm, those... Flute sounds? Yes, the sound of the flute floats like a fish between the water and the lotus. Its graceful and smooth rhythm is the most mellow and intoxicating beauty of the Anemone Lake.
Why is it suddenly so far away? Where did the sound of the flute go...
Can't find it... Yes, can't find it anymore...
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