She is like a white lotus.
She misses him, misses him, misses him, but has no choice but to fall into the deep palace.
He is like an orchid.
He pitied her, loved her, and cherished her, but in the end he ruthlessly forgot her.
The red candle is reflected, and the phoenix crown and rosy clothes lightly unfold the water sleeves.
Tonight, I will tear off the love with my own hands;
Tonight, I will give you your freedom.
"The most pity for hard work is the moon in the sky. One pity is like a ring, and pity is as long as a jue. But like the moon wheel, it is bright and clear, and it is warm to you regardless of the ice and snow.
Helpless love is easy to die, the swallow is still there, softly stepping on the curtain hook. After singing, the sorrow of the autumn grave has not stopped, and the spring bushes are full of butterflies. "