His name is Shen Qingmi, he is a genius who can turn stone into gold, and he is also a dying rose.
The paint dries on the palette, and the carving knife hovers in front of the faceless statue. The lines of his breathing and the colors of his singing were nothing but dead ashes in his mind. International acclaim is reduced to cacophony, and artistic life is withering.
His name is Gu Xian, he is the proud man who moves the world, and he is also the nightingale in the cage.
Perfect music flows under Stradivari's bow, but he cannot hear the echo of his own soul. The cage of gold and jade traps the musical note that longs to break free.
Separated by a wall, the sound of broken piano floated in the moonlit night, like an undercurrent under the ice, accidentally disturbing the frozen soil.
Shen Qingmi "saw" color for the first time - the stubborn red of the wild rose outside the window.
For the first time, Gu Xian's disguise was "seen through" - it was the loneliness revealed when he played the piano on the drawing.
The carving knife meets the bow, and the canvas responds to the melody.
He is the thorn that broke the ground in his exhausted inspiration, and he is the trembling string outside his perfect cage.
When the cold marble is injected with the pulse of notes, when the imprisoned movement is dyed with violent colors——
They became the only fire and moonlight in each other's ashes world.
"My muse is the thorny rose reborn."
"My eternity is the symbiotic string."
The artistically exhausted genius x the soul prisoner luthier, find the lost light in each other.
Purpose: redemption