The sound of the sheng has stopped, but the lingering sound remains.
Lingwu's clear voice came over and trembled in my eardrums.
"Brother, can we never go back to the past?"
I raised my eyelids slightly and gritted my teeth: "Yes."
...
I looked at my brother. His face was filled with sadness and a coldness that I had never seen before. I know this: We can never go back to the way we were before.
Then, I laughed, I don't want my brother to feel sorry for me. My brother said that he likes Lingwu who smiles the most.
...
Looking back in the dream, the flowers have all fallen, and the beauty is nowhere to be seen, and there is no way to stop singing.