The past life is obsessed with this life, but we don't recognize each other now.
When love arises, the clouds and mist fade; the tears of the mountains and rivers fill the heart of a beautiful woman.
One Zhao's palace gate is as deep as the sea, two is a beauty with a haggard appearance, and three is a man with disabled hands and feet after seizing the throne.
I look back on those days when I was graceful in white clothes, wearing a lotus seat, and competing with the pipa.
Folk arts and poems are all charming, but I don't want to,
Relying on the red building, the soul is arbitrary;
The sound of clanking strings and whispers;
The curl of light smoke makes the wine drunk;
Who is asking, who is crazy?
Today is no longer, the iron sky is boundless, I am for the world and for whom,
How can the heaven and earth tolerate me?
I dare to ask, why should I treat my concubine?
I only wish that in the place of reincarnation, life and death are decided by you.
Looking at the mortal world with a smile, whose house will the smoke fall from?
A song called Qingsi Fu, full of tears.