Five years later
I turned the axis and plucked the strings again, the melody was gentle, but I could no longer play the youthful and frivolous tune.
You strike and make peace, your brows and eyes gathering brilliance shine brightly in the sunlight cast by the willow gaps.
This Hanyi tune is just for you
The peach blossoms in the mountains are still waiting for a reunion, and the tidbits flying in the wind seem to be a sigh,
"I don't know where the human face is..."
There is actually someone making peace in the distance, and the peach blossoms still smile in the spring breeze