The flowers have fallen, the fragrance has been crushed and scattered, falling to the ground as soil, moistening the grass and trees, all of which are fragrant.
The cups and glasses are intertwined, the voices are scattered, the lonely shadow is reflected in the vast mist, which is called Hua.
There is intention, but it seems that there is no intention. If the intention is tempted, it is a loss of intention, and pity is like a beast.
You were born before I was born, and I was already old when I was born to you. I hate you for not being born at the same time, but I am getting along with you day by day. I wish I could have a moment of youth and let the trees blossom with their fragrance. It's a pity that when I understand this sentence, things have already changed...
It is said that at the end of the sky and at the corner of the sea, there is a phoenix flower. In the blink of an eye, it breaks through the ground, sprouts, flourishes, blooms, blooms, becomes strong, plump, and finally withers. Although this flower is beautiful, it falls lonely. Just like the youthful beast, it is trapped by love throughout its life and cannot escape the disaster of love.
Text: Phoenix cinnabar, youth for a lifetime