Three sacred herbs,
Four fairy weapons,
Lost in the world,
Leave behind thousands of years of love and hate,
The way of piano, the way of refining,
Nirvana or madness, in the blink of an eye,
A lonely soul without an owner, dreaming back at midnight.
The guqin keeps singing,
And whether it can be saved?
Turn into ice, turn into ashes,
A lonely soul that has been dead for thousands of years.
Intention: fantasy, blind writing, bad writing, welcome to step in, thank you!