Falling Flowers Independent, Swift Qi Fei.
Dreaming of plum blossoms in the south of the Yangtze River, whistling in the night boat and rustling in the rain.
Spring is not old, the wind is fine and the willows are oblique. Try to see it on the detached stage, half the city is full of flowers. Fog and rain darken thousands of people.
In the light rain of apricot blossoms, play the flute until dawn.