There is a strange bird in the forest, which calls itself a phoenix. In the Qing Dynasty, people drank from Liquan and lived on hills at night. The high-pitched sound spreads across all nine states, and I stretch my neck to look at the eight wastelands. When the business wind rises, the wings will be destroyed and hidden. Once I go to the west of Kunlun, when will I fly again? But the hatred is out of place, and the melancholy makes the heart sad. When we first met in Chang'an, I was just a little girl raised in a boudoir who didn't know anyone, and you were already a young man wearing bright clothes and angry horses. When we met again many years later, it was you who sent me on this journey north to get married. Like a phoenix with broken wings, it protects the turbulent country. To me, you are just a fleeting dream.