The top of Kunlun Mountain is covered with mist and clouds.
In this season of swaying ice and snow, there is always a man dressed in white and snowy, sitting on the edge of the cliff, playing the piano alone, sighing as the music flows.
The cold wind blew and the snowflakes fell.
There seems to be a red figure with a smile like a flower.
The sound of the piano suddenly stopped, and the man in white's plucking hand could no longer exert any force.
The falling snow disturbs the memory.
Golden Pavilion, Yinyu, Zique, Zhulan.
Mei Ling, Lan Ruo, Ju Yin, Zhu Xi...
On the cliff opposite, a wintersweet bloomed quietly.