The peaches are scattered in spring and the remaining red ones are falling, and the fragrant fragrance on the fallen sleeves is broken into sadness.
I will recite it for seven days and seven nights, and sing "The Peach Blossom Fan" together with you.
The colorful phoenix breaks its wings and falls into a resentful spirit, and the spirit cannot defeat the two realms.
The love of my life is restored, and the Qingqing ensemble plays "Phoenix Seeking the Phoenix".
——————————————————The lone phoenix overthrows the world, and the lone phoenix reaches the sky. If this is the case, sir, what do you want from me?
