The peach blossoms shine brightly.
In the evening makeup, old songs are sung quietly on the balcony, and a solitary figure is photographed in black with red background.
The lead has faded away, the steps are covered with green moss, and the beauty has faded away.
And in the light of the lights, the king's clothes are flowing.
[Note: The ellipses in the text are memories]
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