"Golden Thread Song? Unparalleled Memory"
Suddenly there is a man from Nansu rising up, wearing cold clothes, and Tang songs are about to start, and his heart feels like he is worried about himself. Laughing at my thousand-year dream of splendor is worth nothing in exchange for loneliness for the rest of my life. I was playing the long harp, and the sound of the harp was faint, but I heard the cry of the phoenix bird, and the sound flew far into the sky. In terms of deep love, life is short.
Who said that the elegance and splendor will never be the same as in the past, overwhelming the world, like clothes in a bag, endless pride. The wind has begun to rise at the top of Zhongnan Peak, raising the arrogance of the long front. The rain has not stopped yet, and the tassels are attacking at night. Angry and defiant, his expression does not change, Qiankun holds a dance in his hand to offer sacrifices. On the rise and fall, in the solitary tripod.
——What I want is very simple, my life and my dignity, and finally to fulfill my wishes... I am just a woman, nothing more.