The soup of the son is coming, and it is rising on the Wanqiu. There is love but no hope.
Kanqi beats the drum, under the Wanqiu. There is no winter and no summer, it is worth its egret feathers.
Hitting the fou is the way of Wanqiu. There is no winter and no summer, just like the egret.
Concept: The theme of love and life
