She has an alluring appearance, but also bears the humiliation of country subjugation. I was supposed to roam the world freely, but I fell into the quagmire step by step. The plain skirt is like snow, and the dew of the season suddenly becomes empty. How much is the beauty of the city, how much thinking? She broke the zither strings one by one and asked, "Who will listen when the strings are broken?" Who would listen... So she was willing to go back and forth in this world of mortals, her joys broken, even if she was trapped in purgatory, she would have no regrets or fear. When the war was in turmoil, she first showed her prominence, but she could no longer hide her edge. During her time in the harem, she endured for mercy, only to be bruised again and again. The beauty smiles, and the flowers in the morning are picked up in the evening, and they have turned yellow. The scenery is vaguely like before, but the beauty has changed. After ten years of life and death, when everything has settled, looking back, it was just a dream.