"Unrelated to the romantic moon, I'll write a preface awaiting your return
With a stroke of the pen, a masterpiece is created, where waves stack thousands upon layers at that shore
How to decipher the character for love, every stroke seems amiss
Yet all I lack is an understanding of your entire life
....."
As the sun sets, Li Yu stands atop the Observation Tower on the mountain, listening to music through headphones, his heart filled with emotion.
Old Zhou's songs are indeed enduring, and Old Fang's lyrics are truly beautiful.
But now, as times change, there's no longer a chance to experience Old Zhou's live performance.
The gentle evening breeze sways the leaves in the mountain forest.
Birds returning to the roost stir up a clamor.
Standing on high ground watching the sunset, observing the sun dip lower and lower.
The wind rustles through the trees at dusk, the sound is soft, yet it brings a sense of calm.
Such scenery makes one feel blissful.
