"Farewell to the fragrance of oranges and pomelos in the river tower when I'm drunk, the wind in the river brings rain into the coolness of the boat. I recall you far away in the Xiaoxiang moon, and I'm worried about listening to the ape's dreams."
Many years have passed, and this song "Farewell to Wei Er" has been stuck in the photo album, just like those photos that have never been turned over and have never been disturbed, waiting for time to ferment.