Introduction: The pipa is played for love, and the husband and soldiers are fighting on the battlefield, but the wife is a lonely figure longing for her husband's return in victory. A person is too lonely. Even if he plays the pipa and sobs speechlessly, no one listens. The red candle falls and the green lantern reflects his own figure. He is alone. The peach blossoms bloom in the courtyard. Year after year, in the blink of an eye, the sycamore leaves fall, but the beloved has not returned yet. No one can send his tears of lovesickness. Husband, no news from far away.
As for the husband who is far away on the battlefield, there is a cold light in his sword. Although he drinks wine and dances in the air, he never has time to write that letter because of the frequent wars. He can only miss his hometown and his wife in his drunken dreams.
War is always cruel, and the brocade book is broken. He died on the battlefield with this letter from home that was never sent. ． ． ．
The blood spread on the battlefield and dyed the underworld red.
Completed singing and recording by Xinran
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