Yue-Ming Jiang quiet solitude, we Orphans Tong convergence sleeve of a robe. The ancients are gone in ancient music, as if Ya Song of the legacy. Cherish not easy, good to listen to good alone difficult. Tanhua as advantages, when one world. Italy, and has forgotten the two Italian piano, is playing like fingers vain. Zen silently three deep quiet, valley breeze light accordingly. Who better than the sound of bamboo silk road, I have forgotten words was true. Jiang Qin Shen month strike out of the window, Wan Lai all seven string given space.