Once, a pair of blind musician siblings understood the world through melody, mastering the art of combat with …
Once, a pair of blind musician siblings understood the world through melody, mastering the art of combat with music. It was said that when they played, plum blossoms shed snow and hidden fragrance wafted, like snow touched by notes. Thus, they were called the "Snowplum Requiem."
During a heavy snow in Chang'an, the two played beneath a plum tree. A flutist stopped in the snow, joined without a word, and harmony spoke what words could not.
The three composed a tune capturing the spirit of pine, bamboo, and plum. Pine and bamboo were set to tune, but the plum melody remained unfinished, a lasting regret.
Now the musicians are gone, leaving only faint echoes of a lingering sound.