This original 古风 song enters a fifth-watch mountain room where a worn stone medicine mortar still carries the faint scent of herbs after the beloved has gone. Xiao leads the narrow moonlit air above sparse guqin, keeping the verses close before the chorus opens into a restrained vow that home may still be recognized by its lingering fragrance.
月照药臼香未歇
人隔重云梦未阑
明朝更取新艾叶
Listen late at night, while reading classical poetry, or whenever a quiet room and one remembered scent are enough to bring someone near.