On the edge of the northern desert, I know nothing of the story you lived afterward. In the Jiangnan countryside, can you still feel how much I miss you? Yearning upon yearning, only the strings of a zither can carry my longing. "Head bowed, my fingers play on and on, telling all the boundless things in my heart." A thousand years have passed, yet my love remains.
I know you've always been by my side, so I play the melodies you know, and those you've never heard before. But in the end, I still have to look at you one last time.
