In the southwestern part of the Yunnan-Guizhou Plateau, there lived the descendants of the ancient Yelang royal family - the Buyi people. They were tenacious in life, romantic and wise. Aha, the daughter of Buyi, is like a gift from heaven brought by the moon flower, illuminating the world like a blue crystal. Her singing is like the sound of nature, taking our souls far away.
Here or there in the city night, there are sleepless poets, painters and saxophonists, who flap their wings and seek light for the wandering hearts.
The night is full of fantasy and evil and conspiracy dormant, and the warmth of life resides in high-rise buildings, which also breed alienation and loneliness. Meeting people is the gift of life, and falling in love with each other is the support of the soul. All places are but one place, and all faces are but one face, and only the dream lives on and the song goes on. Sing, let us sing, pick up the scattered poems, and look at those beautiful backs.
Countless lives have been closed, and countless lives are flourishing. Legendary stories, beautiful stories, sad stories, on the stage of the years, you will sing and I will appear on the stage. Life grows or withers in the story, life misses dreams and longs for sunshine.
So, let us sing, in mid-air, on the heads of the crowd or where no one is, with our weak hearts, with the power of dreams, sing! (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com