"Koi Copy" is an ancient original song sung by Yun Yu and Yinlin. It belongs to the first article of the "Persona" series and is also one of the top ten ancient songs in 2013. Included in the album "Rotten Grass for Fireflies". The song comes from a dream, and it brings about a beautiful story about a painter who was obsessed with drawing carp. I draw fish every day, feed fish, and have a deep relationship with carp. One day there was a fire in his house. The painter was unable to take the carp away and refused to leave the fire. As the fire was about to burn, he saw a man and escorted him safely. When the painter woke up the next day, he saw that the pond was all dry and the carp was gone, and he suddenly realized that the person who saved him that day was a carp.

[All the content in the copywriting part is fiction]

Ningwu Emperor Renguang's ninth year Jin Wenxuan's engraved book "Persona" contains:

Fuso painter Qianxi, Jutai'an, likes to paint carp. In front of the courtyard, there is a lotus pond, koi fish swimming, and the stream often frolicking.

At that time, the rebellion of Wude, the division of feudal towns, and frequent wars, were charming, and they were rebellious. The soldiers forced Tai'an, the neighbors fled, and Duxi was reluctant to give up the koi and did not go.

It was night, and the courtyard was on fire. Some people enter the fire to protect the stream, saying that they are the demons in the carp, and they want to take the life of the stream, but they are in love, so they can't bear to do it. The next day, the fire gradually stopped, and the people were gone.

The creek began to feel like a dream, running to the pond, but seeing that the pond water dried up, the lotus leaves were dry, and the carp in the pond was nowhere to be found.

From beginning to end, I did not distinguish the eyebrows, only remembered the upper layer of the lotus flower, its color charming, like blood and tears.

Later, some Qingyan monks heard it and sighed: If you are emotional, you will be dusty. The ears of the moth are not foolish, but fatal.

Lyrics:

The sound of cicadas accompanies Xingyun wandering, and after the memories begin, it is quiet and looks into the distance

The dry pond of the ancient well covered by barren grass scatters a wisp of the past

The morning light disturbed Mo Shangxin, and the wind swept up the flowers in front of the court and passed through the corridor

Thick ink chased the flow of emotions, dyed my plain clothes and white clothes

The sun is slightly cool, and the strings are slightly cool

The wind is sparse and the world is in a hurry

The breath is slightly cool, and the heart is slightly cool

It doesn't matter if you are in a hurry

You have been in the world for thousands of years, but you only let me see you one last time

The firelight traces the face and burns out time

Don't leave me alone, withering in my dreams

Fireflies are willing to forget the summer night, if they want to say goodbye to this time after all

The skirt was inadvertently stained with lotus fragrance and fell into the dust net

The clogs tread lightly, the candle flame swayed, and all the noise and silence were depicted on the painting

From the sting all the way to the frost, the tears condensed into poetry

The lights are slightly cool, and the pen is slightly cool

It is difficult to draw falsehood and difficult to solve melancholy

The dream is slightly cool, and the plot is slightly cool

Blurred visions overlap sorrow

It turns out that the farewell is because of the deep attachment to you, and you exchange reincarnation for the full moon on my pillow

I wish the memory stopped at the wizened fingertips

As the flowers faded, the dust scattered, and gradually ran aground

Years later, I dreamed about that day again

The picture is distant and drizzling

If the next life is too far away, you can't send a promise

It's better to learn to let go of many obsessions

With this fragment of the sentence to mourn the years

The water-colored sky of the old year

Who will reap the joy and sorrow?

The sound of cicadas accompanies the distant memories of wandering clouds