Who uses three lifetimes to interpret deep love, kissing flowers and dew and finally kissing the blade;
Who is still waiting on the thirty-eighth summer solstice, waiting for someone who may never come back to accompany him like a garment?
Who was born as a dragon, walking against the sky, watching the Yangtze and Yellow Rivers rushing endlessly under their feet...
A song, a story, a world; you, trapped in the song, are as smiley as a flower in our writing.
Perhaps we have forgotten who once said that children who like music will not change, but we are willing to feel with our hearts the stories hidden in the songs, whether they are sadness, joy, regret, or compassion. We sing and act in all of them.
PS: Before reading the main text, be sure to read the description first, otherwise you may not be able to connect with the two funny brain circuits√
————by Shanghua Burial & Evil Ghost