This original 古风 song holds a late-autumn courtyard beneath shared moonlight. A motionless wooden swing becomes the song’s quiet anchor: delicate guzheng gives the verses a measured arc, while a low xiao breath opens the turn and the female silk-and-ink vocal moves from remembered touch toward a gentler nearness.
月上秋千索
清辉满旧庭
风来一荡非无意
月照双绳各自明
Listen late at night, during quiet reading, or whenever a familiar place keeps someone close.