Tears Wet the World of Mortals

The shadow passes through the clouds and reaches the ancient port. The first encounter in the painting realm raises the bustling curtain. Stepping on the moon, where Lingfeng wields his sword, his carefree spirit pours down the dusty road. The lotus dew shakes the light and lingers in the dark. The smoke in the willow waves stirs up soft thoughts. The rhyme of the piano lingers around me in sorrowful dreams, and the scrolls of plain paper and silk scrolls are spread out to find a secluded road.