Eternal Bone Flute

A bone flute, starting from the bonfire at the end of the ice age, The cold wind blowing through Sakazumi also swept over the fire ashes in Lutai; Sing low in front of Confucius's pulpit, roar in the war clouds of Chibi; I have heard about Concubine Yang's ring, and I have also seen the frost on Yue Fei's armor. It has not written a history book, but it uses seven holes to echo, Take the mornings and evenings of more than five thousand years, Blowing into an endless river of sound. Now, it's in your hands—— In the cracks are the last breaths of our ancestors; In the sound hole is the heartbeat of the whole China.