The Xiang Fei Bamboo has dried up with tears. Who is looking for the vows made back then?
Behind the Yuhua Shang, the broken mountains and rivers, and the torn silk of the world, who shed tears of national subjugation?
The final unbearability in Heshibi, the real and fake beauty behind Gai Xia Ge, the millennium promise in Weiyang Palace, the half-unfamiliar madness on the wordless monument, the perfection under the pearl hairpin...
There is no shore when the flowers bloom, but the soul is still in the river after forgetting about it. When I'm drunk, I don't know how vast the smoke is, and in my dream, the lights are dimly lit. The flowers and leaves have not seen each other for a thousand years, but they are dancing happily after their fate has been separated.