The wind has stopped, the bright moon is thousands of miles away,
My white robe no longer flies up and down.
The moonlight pours down like water,
Inexplicable sadness surrounded me.
There's no way I can stop,
Twenty years of loneliness have turned into flute sounds escaping from my lips,
All the flowers of my life are in full bloom at this moment,
Puff, puff, puff, one after another, blooming in the night sky.
Conception: