I once held a palace lantern in my hand, stumbling along the historical trend and going my own way; the stars have changed, but I am alone and a phantom. The dark eyebrows have faded, the cicada clothes have passed away, and the brocade string pillars have passed away. Do you still remember that there is such a stubborn person like me in the world? The ever-burning lamp will never burn out, and the virtuous and kindhearted people will be kept in mind. It's good, it's grateful, it's sighing, it's hateful, it turns out that I am also such a smart and kind-hearted woman.