Jiang Chengzi Haitangchou
Singing softly about the phoenix begging for the phoenix. The sword contains frost, and the steps are like lotus.
Lightly dancing in neon clothes, smiling with colorful begonias.
Every night, shengxiao flowers splash with tears, carved jasper, lying on an empty bed.
All the past deeds have been poured out to untie the green shirt. I hate the flowing light and never say it.
A dream that lasts for a thousand years, a long drunken complaint about separation.
I miss you so much that my time is like ashes, but you haven't seen it yet, how can I be punished?
(I don't know how to write copy, so it's just a story about two men and multiple cannon fodder?)