The Phoenix Dances in the Nine Heavens in the Qin Dynasty

The feathers fly away, Feeling depressed, Don't worry about the road ahead. Birds gather together, The demons are in chaos, I just want to be free and alone. Love suddenly falls, Hard to forget, The chirping of birds in the empty mountain changes. Break the jade into pieces, Red training calamity, Yin and Yang turn. With a wave of his hand, the birds dispersed, Love and hate are indescribable. The feather talisman's spy wings break the cold dream, White blades and black feathers always accompany you. Standing proudly on top of the blue clouds, The white phoenix flies in the nine heavens! ---------------------------------- It's not that I haven't been stained with the blood of Beauty Tears and Heroes, but the world has changed, the world has changed, and even the original intention in the flowing desires has become a fairy tale. There is only that silhouette that has never been heavily colored, dressed in white, walking through the long battles, killings, and bloodshed. The outcome of life and death is just a matter of anger, and the king's hegemony should be handed down to earth with the withered bones of thousands of people. Such words as having a heart as high as the sky, and being astonishing and brilliant, are too stubborn words and are not suitable for such a young man who comes and goes as freely as the wind. It's so good, it's so good. Who said that after all the prosperity, you will realize that the world is miserable? Who said that only when mountains and rivers are eternally silent can we understand life is like this? There are people in this world who are free and elegant, and they can fly like a feather in the sky for eternity.