The colorful clothes are broken and the gold is silent. The soul of the banished immortal guest penetrated the last king and predicted the disaster that would overthrow the country. I burned all my wisdom and courage to build an illusion, just to protect the smile of Emperor E. The pipa is splattered with blood, and the support becomes a shackle. At the end of the world, I hold Hongzhuang in my hand, fight bloody battles in Caishiji, and surrender on my knees—but I want to hold hands and share the underworld. In the cage, her tears were fresh, and his words were stained with blood. On the Chinese Valentine's Day, the poisonous wine reflects the remaining candles: "Asking you about your sorrow... Is like spring water flowing eastward."
