The country is worried about chaos, the phoenix collects its feathers, and enjoys the coolness of the world.
He abandoned the powerful in anger, disguised himself as a black crow, and committed himself to temporarily live in the ghost gate.
For half a lifetime, everything is ups and downs, and new and old hatreds arise along the way.
Manipulate the strategy, fight for power, favors pass, but people wish.
Only the falling flowers are like swords, cutting away the wind and snow,
In the forest of thousands of pine trees, that person laughs at the passing world.