Exquisite and broken, Taixu is broken,
When one sound falls, all catastrophes are destroyed.
Where Taixu disappears, the lingering sound turns into a blue luan; when the exquisite rhyme rises, all the stars are hanging! This song is not written by silk and bamboo, nor can it be measured by palace merchants. It uses chaos as its symbol and time as mystery. It breaks through the shackles of three thousand worlds and finally becomes a sigh for heaven and earth: one sighs for the destruction of time and space, the second sighs for the obsession of all living beings, the third sighs for the torture of heaven and man;
Intention: An exquisite song brings the world back to its heart