"Accompanied by the silent harp, dancing alone in the bamboo grove"
He is like a lonely swordsman, always holding the lonely strings and playing farewell songs.
She is a lonely singer, but she has lost the right to sing and can only dance gracefully.
The world is impermanent. He can only look into the depths of Zizhu against the clear moonlight, and she can only become the butterfly with broken wings on the edge of the windy cliff.
Listen, the lonely sound of the piano comes from the distance. Look, who is flying and walking in the sky!