There is a divine bird in the world called the Phoenix;
The feathers are colorful and the steps are shining;
The phoenix is its virtue, and it grows in the fire of Nirvana;
The lost butterflies flew far away, flying into the dancing phoenix;
There is nothing to compare with, nothing to complain about;
It's a pity that the world's sentiments are weak, and the foolish and wise share the glory of the world.
The phoenix dances like a butterfly, and this life is chaotic. You and I are destined to be entangled in this life.
[The green bamboo leaves are swaying in the wind, the fluttering green clothes set off the scenery, and the faint sound of the piano stirs people's hearts. I don't know where to find the beauty.
[…] The man in green clothes did not stop plucking the strings.
[The male bullet was Feng Lan Die Yuan?
[There is a phoenix, a divine bird in the world, reborn from the fire and soaring in the nine heavens. Who has the right to be equal to Butterfly's mortal insect, and what right to complain about it?] The man in black clothes stood up and walked into the man in green clothes, looking at the arrogant face with a cold face.
[Phoenix butterfly dancing, this life is messy, you and I are destined to be entangled in this life. The man in black clothes used his jade fan to lift the chin of the man in green clothes and looked at him.