Thank you for your love and support. I am very happy that the music I play can be liked by everyone. There is a feeling of helplessness in the ethereal song in "Wu Kong", this is actually loneliness, just like Wukong, the greater the ability, the greater the sense of emptiness
Chrysanthemum Terrace: The tears that sparkle in your eyes carry a hint of hurt within their gentleness The white and wretched crescent moon uncovers past grievances The night has stretched on for so long that it has solidified into frost Who is he that stands on the balcony, cold and forlorn? The raindrops gently rebound on the ruby-red window sill My whole life is written down on a piece of paper, blown about by the wind My dream is far away, reduced into a spire of smoke It dances on the wind, and forms into your silhouette The chrysanthemums have wilted, the whole ground is covered in their hurt, and your smile has yellowed with age Flowers fall, hearts are broken, and without a sound, the worries in my heart lie down silently The north wind whirls, the night has yet to rise, and I can't seem to cut your shadow away Left alone, I become double on the surface of the lake The flower reaches its twilight, and its petals float down in glory The wilted and diminished ways of the world means that Man's future is bleak With sorrow, I think it's better for us not to cross the river, my tormented heart is torn into two I worry for you, that you will never be able to step onto shore, and will have to spend your whole life drifting Whose lands are these? They are rife with the sounds of war Decked in full armor, I cry out my pain and my sufferings The sky brightens slightly, and you let out a soft sigh An entire night of melancholy, and it ends in such gentle regret The chrysanthemums have wilted, the whole ground is covered in their hurt, and your smile has yellowed with age Flowers fall, hearts are broken, and without a sound, the worries in my heart lie down silently The north winds whirls, the night has yet to rise, and I can't seem to cut your shadow away Left alone, I become double on the surface of the lake The chrysanthemums have wilted, the whole ground is covered in their hurt, and your smile has yellowed with age Flowers fall, hearts are broken, and without a sound, the worries in my heart lie down silently The north wind whirls, the night has yet to rise, and I can't seem to cut your shadow away Left alone, I become double on the surface of the lake
