Green tiles and glazed, nine-layered palace.
It troubles people's hearts and precipitates their time.
Don't complain, don't blame.
It's not that I have a cold heart.
The king's grace is like a mirror and a beautiful moon.
The phoenix is imprisoned in the golden palace and is in all kinds of ruin.
The noble family is ups and downs, and its appearance changes at night.
The willows on the palace wall have sprouted new branches.
Spring has returned in a hurry.
I only hope that the next life will be ordinary.
A stable life.