I heard those beautiful piano sounds scattered all over the ground as if nothing happened
The fleeting years filled with youth disappeared quietly like this...
There is a clump of bamboo in front of the window, which is so green and unique.
The southern branches meet the northern leaves, and the new shoots are mixed with old branches.
The moonlight is sparse and dense, and the sound of wind rises and falls again.
The green guard flies out of the way, but the yellow mouth peeks at each other.
But hate follows the wind and grows apart from each other.