The black tree shadows passed across the beams silently
After turning around, I could vaguely see the sunshine of rebirth.
The beauty's green silk stockings are still bare and she gently turns her hands to burn incense.
The slight parting of my red lips is telling me about my destined death.
Already forgotten the untouchable past
Who is it in the dream, deep and shallow, calling me colorful clothes?
The starlight in the western sky is also a phoenix with bones that have been withered for thousands of years.
When the cherry blossoms have fallen, all that is left is the sky-eating firelight.
The poplar flowers are broken into pieces, the waning moon is turning into a rhinoceros, and the wild geese from the north are returning to the south.
People are haggard and fallen like snow and rouge weeping
The phoenix tree falls into the yellow spring and looks like the charm of flowers on the other side of the water.
The clouds are annihilated and the songs are speechless. The sound of broken strings is drunk.
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