Swirling in the depths of greenery
Like the flowing water in the mountains
Quiet and comfortable
The ancient melody
Like a golden bead and a silver bead falling on a jade plate
Spreading a human story in the rustling autumn wind
By the flowing water
Boya uses his dexterous fingers
. A woodcutter Zhong Ziqi
can solve the mystery
I'll look for it another day
But my old friend has died
Only the lonely grave is sad in front of the mountain
My confidant is not in love
Who can I play for again?
Boya wept and worshipped her tears.
She broke the piano and left, and never played again.
Rukoto Station
Mountains and rivers roam between heaven and earth.