Nightingale

I still remember how beautiful the peach blossoms bloomed in the dusk, with scattered light spots and brilliant splendor. I still remember that piece of peach forest and that piece of bamboo sea. As time flies, things have changed. I still remember the sound of flute, song and piano by the clear spring pavilion. I still remember picking a bamboo leaf to my lips and playing a piece of fairy music for you. I still remember the gentleness of your smile when you looked back, and the chicness of your flowing white robe. I still remember your long hair, and the tears falling from the corners of your eyes. Conception: