That night, the stars were shining brightly in Biluo City
The empress stopped on the high platform, the heavenly master and the assistant minister
A puppet is still a puppet, above the blue clouds,
As if unaware, unaware
The delicate fragrance of apricot blossoms lingers on
Her bun is like a waterfall, her eyes are wandering,
The long skirt is on the body, fluttering like an immortal,
At the foot of Yaochi, an apricot blossom
life and death
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