She smiled and walked through the three thousand worlds with red cherry blossoms all over the ground and mountains.
With a rustling sound, she walked forward with a peerless grace, her red gauze sleeves flying in the air.
One dance shocked the world.
My name is Hongying. She said.
Amidst the wild laughter like silver bells, she left without any regret, just like a shadow, disillusionment disappeared without a trace, like a dream, passing through the spring and autumn rivers and lakes, leaving no trace.
The back is delicate and strong, wanton and arrogant.
Just like the fire of karma, whoever tastes it is stained.
And he was just a touch of the corner.
It was a glass of old pure wine, and I was drunk without realizing it.
It's a fate, it's a dream.
A fate once in a thousand years, a dream in a thousand years.