Love is truly wonderful, making everything endearing. It makes one forget how fleeting spring and summer are, that autumn has already arrived, and winter is not far behind.
So she sang, "In the past, we parted in green spring grass, now I'm amidst snow blossoms just as dense. Who knew that yearning could be so bitter, turning raven hair to white as it commenced."
Her singing abruptly ceased.
The seasons change, and in the end, the singing girl's actions seem in vain; however, the prime of life has passed, leaving one to wonder whether it was time that was wasted, or if it was time that did the wasting.
Jiang Li's voice was pleasant, and her singing even more so. Unknowingly, the crowd at the Inspection Field had been captivated by the crisp little tune, lost in that bittersweet dream.
Someone murmured, "What's the name of this tune? How come I've never heard it before?"
"I don't know," another shook their head, "It doesn't sound like a Yanjing melody."