"The cold wind blowing in the downcast valley is blowing You Jiang who sleeps in the Pingjiang River. The cicadas chirp in the spring and autumn when the young man returns, but the river pigeon who can't find his lover is returning."
"You Jiang, the little mute, couldn't speak when he was alive, and he can't even dream after death." A gust of wind caressed Jiang Ge's forehead, and he burst into tears without stopping. Yes, You Jiang, who had never spoken, naturally did not know how to talk about his dreams after death.
"Sound, my voice, this is the twelfth year since you left. All the pigeons you raised have flown away, and I am the only one left to fly back to see you."
"The sound of birds in the forest calls me to return to Qin in the north."
Intention: Love is the only way home