How should I pay homage to everything you have lost? The warm spring day brings tears to my clothes. There are thousands of barriers on the door, but I want to see each other the next day. However, the anxiety cannot come back. He recited the elegy several times and wrote a memorial book.
The poor blue sky above and the yellow spring below, life and death are vastly separated by yin and yang. A song that calms the soul, just to meet again in this life.