There are misty clouds and mist, beside the green river.
On the terrace near the water, the song "Allure" has long since disappeared, and the person who listened to the song in the past has also disappeared with the song "Allure" that belongs only to her.
Every year during the Mid-Autumn Festival, only the young master playing the piano was left on the highest floor of the Yanyu Tower. The opposite side of him was empty, and the fragrance of tea wrapped around all his strings one by one.
Whose sound of the piano awakened the dream, but helplessly watched the intertwining of life and death in the world, hurriedly dressed in white...
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Even if I could go up to the blue sky and down to the underworld, I'm afraid I'd miss both places!
Looking out from upstairs in the misty rain, those days of listening to music and singing in the drizzle have become a thing of the past, a thing of the past - and who can keep them?
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In this life, this love is hard to repay. But I pray for the next life and never stop seeing you.