Luthier

If this string sound sends a feeling The North Star echoes in the distance I will take out this Paulownia piano for you again I played so hard again You are the one who unshackles my ankles Walking in the palace humming a strange local accent When I was playing the piano for the king, I turned around and saw you The emotion of first encounter is hidden in the sound of strings Moonlight often comes to my hometown Send back so many people's sorrow Swallowing the spoonful of hot porridge you fed me These years can pass quietly The lights are swaying and the whole city is listening to the rain The night wind spreads a few ripples You listen to me practice this song outside the door I'll prepare a raincoat for you The sound of the piano reaches the homes of ordinary people Some are laughing and some are crying Deep in love, I also shed a tear Suixian broke and the homesickness returned You hold your fingers together and make a butterfly fly from the window frame Flying over my fingertips and eyebrows The sound of breathing becomes quiet just because of you Blow out the lamp and let me hug you The King of Winter Solstice released me and returned to my homeland alone I carry the piano on my back and look back to the palace step by step You hum the half-que song we know so well It's mixed with your low sobs The road is long and long to reach my hometown It's a poem that people can never finish I compose the music of joy and sorrow and play it for you Only then do I lament what it means to be unable to control oneself The moonlight often shines on my hometown I am the fish put back into the pond Thinking of the spoonful of hot porridge you fed me This memory ends there These years are still passing by quietly Intention: