The down-and-out female model presses the silver zither and taps the sandalwood board. The song is nonsense and has a sad tone. Who has an unparalleled appearance, a lotus step that moves lightly, and a flowing aura? Who is so handsome and beautiful, with drunken soul and soft bones, who sings praises? And what kind of deformed person in this ordinary world, caressing the stone and leaning on the spring, stops crying?