“Ling’an Dream”-a song through the thousand years of misty rain sigh.
Taking Lin’an City of the Southern Song Dynasty (now Hangzhou) as the background, I use the hazy artistic conception of the West Lake in the misty rain to tell a story of unfinished karma in the past. Time is like dew, floating life is like a dream. After a hundred years of reincarnation, the figure of the old friend is still looming between the broken bridge and the snow and the Nanping night bell. The road is prosperous and perishable, and the obsession is hard to disappear.