Text
Text

I think of you through war and tide, I bow the erhu—notes won't abide. An instrument of the Western Regions, t…

I think of you through war and tide, I bow the erhu—notes won't abide. An instrument of the Western Regions, this erhu now plays the rise and fall of the Central Plains.

Comments

I think of you through war and tide, I bow the erhu—notes won't abide. An instrument of th… | Where Winds Meet Database