The cherries fall and spring returns,
Butterflies turn over gold powder and fly together.
Zigui Crying the Moon is in the west of the small building.
Paint curtains with beads and foil, melancholy rolled with gold mud.
After the lonely people dispersed in other alleys,
Hope Can Tobacco is in the doldrums.
The incense of the stove floats like a phoenix.
Holding Luo Dai empty, looking back and hating Yiyi.
——Li Yu "Linjiang Fairy"
We have never met before, but it feels like we have never met.
Can the emotions conveyed through color images become a reality?
No longer listen to the whisper of time, only listen to the melodious sound of the piano.
When everything has passed, only music remains in my ears.
I don't understand why it's like this? I just hope that everything can continue...
I don't know what's waiting ahead? I just hope that there is the sound of the piano and you in the distance.
The night was deep and the moonlight was bright. We faced each other and spoke the whispers of autumn.