Xinghuayu Falls Voiceover

In the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, there is a small boat. The scholar and the beautiful woman passed by each other, fell in love at first sight, but were separated for some reason. He traveled far away in the mountains and rivers, and she stayed alone in the pavilion. In the decades that followed, the two of them drifted between time and memory, missing each other again and again. When I grow old and look back, only the color of the willow remains and the sound of the piano is far away. Those unsaid thoughts finally turned into a lingering sound, floating in the apricot blossoms and smoke, and no one listened to it anymore.