Her name is Xian Ge, she lives in an empty mountain and is not stained by the world.
He is a white phoenix, flying in the sky, as free as the wind
An unintentional ballad that conveys the memories of two people
A piece of bird singing in an empty mountain, is it words or music?
She once said: "Next time, if you come next time, I will play the piano and listen to you."
She once promised: "The piano will not stop until you leave. I would like to leave an empty mountain and wait for you to come."
I only wish he could remember: By the side of Biquan Lake, under the ivy corridor, there was a man holding a Yaoqin and making tea, just for him.
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