"The Hairpin-headed Phoenix" has red hands and yellow wine. The city is filled with spring scenery and willows on the palace walls. The east wind is evil and happiness is thin. With a heavy heart, I have been away from home for a few years. Wrong, wrong, wrong
Spring is as old as ever, and people are thin and empty. The tear stains are red and raw. Peach blossoms fall, leisure pool pavilion. Although the mountain alliance is there, it is difficult to trust the brocade book. Mo, mo, mo! !
Poor and lonely like a hairpin-headed phoenix... In troubled times, becoming a king or losing as a bandit depends on destiny. A life and death agreement, true love is hard to find. You and I were originally on the other side of time and space, but we met in this chaotic era of the Sui and Tang Dynasties...