Just then, a sorrowful tune rose up from behind,
"The lingering scent of incense, clouds swiftly passing without a trace, and the sounds of birds plaintively tweeting rest upon slender fingertips.
Gazing until the world's edge fades from view, there lies the Haiyue Qinhui dyed with yearning, the indelible scenes within the heart, perhaps, there also lies an inch of sorrow not even drink can dissolve.
The bright moon's gathered jade is heavy, as well, unawares filling one's brows and heart with constant thoughts.
Tonight, the flute still remains.
Purple Jade Cold Flute, standing alone with its silhouette next to the Jade String Pearls, where are you now?
Transforming into the lonely starlight that adorns, as the waves fall and the melody ends, waiting by the zither under the moon. Do you know, I have waited far too long..."