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Pian, I came at a bad time of spring Born and fallen into prostitution, my fate is like dust. When I came, it was not spring. The young bones suffer from wind and frost, and the base body grows with tears and pain. Once I met a guest in green shirt, I mistakenly took Ping Shui for my true kindness. The king's heart is only a shadow of the past, and he has never cherished my concubine's body. I reward you with deep affection, and I am willing to sacrifice my humiliation for ignorance and anger. The city is broken, the soldiers are desolate, the mountains and rivers are shattered, and the mournful people fill the desolate villages with their weeping blood. To protect the king and his daughter, he went into the tent alone to feed the demon soul. The smallpox hides the will to die, and trades one's life for one's survival. Until death, I didn't get a word from you, and I was full of infatuation. When he learns the truth at the end of his life, there will be no trace left in his lonely grave to mourn his soul. He was born without the warmth of the spring breeze, and his death still bears the traces of the troubled times. Covered in dust and blood, half a lifetime of obsession and half a lifetime of hatred. Even if you sacrifice your life and love, you will end up being a miserable person in this world. My soul returns to the cold moonlit sky with regrets. When I leave, I still feel the loss of spring.