Qiuniang smiled slightly, and the young men rushed to send her away with their heads wrapped around their heads.
The phoenix draws its sword, and the king of hell comes to accept his fate at midnight.
Who laughs at the infatuated world, how can we sigh at the love of the world?
One cup has passed, but the sorrow has not disappeared. I am drunk and lying in the world of mortals, and I am even more crazy about love.