Disclaimer: Imagine the nightmares you would have if I drew Hetalia instead.
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つぐぎうのうた – Vocaloid
Let the sound of the gu zheng be my testament.
I am five thousand years old. Perhaps, someday, I will be six thousand years old. My age keeps in time with the Chang Jiang, the Huang He, and only the mountains, the sky, are older than me.
I am China.
Let the pipa, too, be my witness.
Let its strings be plucked with every drop of rain that falls from the sky. Every splash of snow against the Great Wall, the flesh-and-blood Chang Cheng. Let it flow through the earth.
And let the er hu sing for me. Let it tell the world, with its ancient sound of heaven, of times and times gone by, of a history older than any the world has come to know.