The four strings of the pipa, the strings are full of hatred and complain about the snow in the mountains. Don't ask about the cold wind and the lonely moon. Two lines of clear tears are half gone.
Looking back many years later, if I had made another choice, would the situation have been different?
Master said that she should name me Jing, which means the green one of bamboo, but she didn't expect that Yi Jing is easily frightened. My life is destined to be lonely, homeless, and without peace.