He lost his country like this, but has no regrets.
My falling in love with him is destined to be a disaster for me in this life.
The phoenix has no place to live except in the sycamore tree, and the phoenix also has a place to live.
The world is so big and if he is not here, where is my home?
I was born on July 7th and died on July 7th.
Zhao Kuangyin, can you stay a little longer for me in the next life?