Hairpin head phoenix
On the secluded pavilion, there is a song, and the moon is leaning against the willows, and my heart is full of joy.
There are swallows and peach blossom fans in front of the hall. The sound of flutes and bamboos breaks, and I turn around and sigh.
Hope! Hope! Hope!
The lotus flower leaks, the rouge is embroidered, and I lean against the green sandalwood curtain when I feel tired.
The pots and cups are all gone, there is no pillow to sleep on, there is a commotion of fallen flowers, and the brocade flows empty.
Hatred! Hatred! Hatred!
Can I give you a dream in exchange for my song "The Hairpin-headed Phoenix"? This is the sorrow that Mu Lan has been trapped in all his life.
I gave the beauty a golden phoenix hairpin, can I exchange it for a "hairpin-headed phoenix"? This was Zhu Qichen's unspoken wish throughout his life.
Whether it's "The Hairpin-headed Phoenix" or the golden phoenix hairpin, who can figure out whether it's fate or bad fate?
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