Ten years ago, a fire broke out overnight and the palace city was in ruins.
She only remembers the blood everywhere
Farewell Wannai, she is a fostered nightingale
That night, the moonlight was cold
She said, "Mist, I can trade myself."
Ten years later, the wind is light and the clouds are calm, and Kyoto is singing and dancing.
She wore a veil to hide her face
Baihuafang, she is a dancer with both sex and art
Looking back, smiling sweetly
She said, "Master, Mulan, my slave."