The phoenix has gone and returned, but its love remains.
Dependent origination and destruction, only in this life.
He was born into a noble family, but due to family turmoil he became a prostitute.
He was born into a royal family, but he is carefree and arrogant.
That year the hibiscus flowers were in bloom, the phoenixes were in love, and the dragons were still awake.
Was the encounter with him a lifelong friendship or a lifetime of lingering love?