On the edge of Mobei, I don't know your later stories; in the hometown of Jiangnan, you can still feel my feelings of missing you. I miss you so much that only the piano silk can convey my thoughts. "The letter with low eyebrows continues to be played, telling all the infinite things in my heart." Things have passed for thousands of years, but my feelings remain the same.
I know that you are always around, so I will play some songs that you are familiar with or have never heard before, but I still want to take one last look at you.