The music and revelry have faded from the bustling city, yet I still remember the one who startled me like a swan in my dreams!
Jiancheng, look, the magnolias in Chang'an have bloomed again, one season after another.
Jiancheng, listen. The melody flowing from my fingertips is steeped in my endless longing, one song after another.
Beneath the magnolia tree, surrounded by fragrance, I raise my fingertips and turn into a graceful butterfly. From the window frame, from beside the branches, I fly past your fingertips, your brow. Would you play
