This is a scene that often appears in my dreams. In the dream, a young man dressed in white, holding a flute, playing the sound of mountains and flowing water, smiled at me under the tree, but I couldn't hear what he was saying. I vaguely remember such a person, but I can never recall his appearance. Until one day, I met a person who made me feel familiar, but this person was really annoying. As luck would have it, I finally fell in love with him.
They were loving and white-headed during their lifetime, and they are accompanied by bluebirds after their death.