It rains heavily and the vegetation is deep in my old hometown
I heard I heard you are still guarding the lonely city
The sound of the pastoral flute on the outskirts of the city fell on that wild village
Fate takes root and it's us
Jialan Temple listens to the sound of rain and looks forward to eternity
We once agreed to hold my son's hand and grow old together with him.
If we can see each other again, what will happen if we wait for thousands of years while guarding the city?
Just because of you