A melody of the piano, a blend of sorrow and joy in the world, a touch of vicissitudes of life, filling the sleeves with a dark fragrance, leaving no trace of the worldly sentiments, dancing in the prosperity of the whole life between the fingers, playing a romantic and melancholy song The bright moon, carrying a wisp of breeze, has passed through thousands of years of dust, smoke and loneliness, and the fingers have slipped through the sorrow of the soul. How many affectionate feelings have not yet come to an end, how many laughter and tears are flying. Suddenly, I look back, and in a dream, I have devoted my whole life to tenderness and poetry. Looking back in confusion, it has long been lost. Got you.