When I first met you, you were holding the qin in your left hand. You had flowers like cheeks and eyebrows like leaves. You were gentle and elegant. You were a young luthier famous all over the world.
I saw you slowly walking towards me, holding my hand with a smile, and calling your sister's name.
The last time I saw you, you were holding a sword in your right hand, your hair was like ink, your face was like snow, you were desperate and desolate, you were a phoenix waiting for nirvana.
I saw you slowly falling into my arms, brushing the corners of my mouth with your fingertips, and smiling to keep me alive.
Enjoy life, enjoy life, if you enjoy my life, I will live well. Even if I am alive, it is the biggest punishment for me...