I think back on that same moonlit night, but I was toasting to the grave.
Many years ago, I smiled innocently and arrogantly. Flip the table and sing. There are three people facing each other.
The old friend has gone, looking back at the bright moon.
But now, I am the only one left, playing the piano and harp alone, with the miserable scene of the jade flute singing in pairs in the air.
Just——
Before the song ends, people have dispersed.