Good den, kind souls, who in music do delight, A tune I shall unveil, 'neath the moon's soft light. From lands afar, where the orchids bloom with grace, A melody of old, time cannot erase. Its notes, like whispers, through ancient strings doth flow, A tale of rebel hearts, from ages long ago. Ere long, upon my channel, it shall appear, Attend, and lend thine ear, its story to hear.
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Good den, kind souls, who in music do delight,
A tune I shall unveil, 'neath the moon's soft light.
From lands afar, where the orchids bloom with grace,
A melody of old, time cannot erase.
Its notes, like whispers, through ancient strings doth flow,
A tale of rebel hearts, from ages long ago.
Ere long, upon my channel, it shall appear,
Attend, and lend thine ear, its story to hear.
夜靜更深，樂聲將啟，
遠自幽蘭之地，古曲重光。
其聲猶如古絃之低吟，
述說著昔日反逆之心。
時日不遠，吾將於頻道中展現，
靜待諸君，細聽其間之故事。
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