In the vast world, who has ever seen the phoenix dancing in the sky?
The Milky Way is swaying, who can make the dragon move around the world?
She calculated, calculated in the sky, calculated on the earth, but she could not figure out that there was such a him;
He was lazy, lazy in the day, lazy in the night, everything in the world seemed like a plaything in his hands, but he never cared.
At the end of the song, will there still be a beautiful woman standing alone on the bridge, watching the flying red, and writing the sentence that the east wind dyes half of the wall rouge?