"Strum, strum..."
The guitar's notes rose on the wind. At their heights, they evoked cold nights in empty mountains, where birdsong startled the heart; in their softer passages, they were like smoky green gauze and quiet conversation through a window. The player's exquisite skill made the sorrow of parting all the more unforgettable.
The instant the first note fell, everyone trembled. They felt a breeze stir beside their ears as the heavenly music pierced their eardrums and reached straight into their souls.
Under everyone's gaze, Jun Wang parted his lips. His gentle voice seemed to possess its own gravitational pull, capturing every listener's heart and mind the moment he began.
"The sparrows outside the window chatter on the utility pole. You say that line feels so much like summer."
"The pencil in my hand moves back and forth across the paper. In a few lines, I describe who you are to me."
"It rains all night, and my love overflows like rainwater. Fallen leaves in the courtyard pile up thick, just like my longing!"
The familiar, memory-laden melody suddenly rang out. The lyrics of "Seven Fragrance" echoed in everyone's ears, sending a tremor through them.
The distinctive voice and melody stirred a wave of memories, and words quietly appeared before their eyes.
Back then, I recommended "Seven Fragrance" to a girl and told her jokingly, "If you ever hear this song on the street, make sure you look around. I might just appear with flowers and a ring."
Her lips curved into a delighted, happy smile, and she nodded. "All right. I'll be waiting!"
Later, I moved to another province. Over those three years, we gradually lost touch.
A few days ago, she told me over the phone, "Remember 'Seven Fragrance,' that song you recommended? I heard it a