Time flies and thousands of years pass by. The harp breaks and the piccolo sounds. Picturesque country, several singing and dancing venues? Searching for the blue falling and yellow springs, I can relieve my worries and reflect on myself.
How much love is there in a lifetime? Falling into the mortal world, stained by light frost. In the vast land, I smile and enjoy the cool breeze. What's wrong with having the wrong love in your life? The person in the mirror is thinking about the lingering fragrance.
——Shangguan Shi "Jiangchengzi Naihe"