————"The Phoenix Sings to the Waning Moon"
Drunk under that red dress, whose friendship is it?
Whose end of the world?
It is better to look at each other in the rivers and lakes than to help each other.
And where is the world at this time?
Infatuated, drunk, sad, in pain, separated, tired, should we become strangers?
The fragrance of rouge, the sadness of a beautiful woman, the sadness of a beauty, the separation of a gentleman...
I stared at the stars in the dark sky and came to this unknown world,
Should I be content with being reborn again?
Dancing in the most beautiful dance clothes, looking at the leap of thousands of years! .......