If twenty years is a cycle, they are so similar. Disputes originate from love, love comes from rivers and lakes, and rivers and lakes create disputes. Phoenix, male and female, are like the clear black and white yin and yang. Looking back, I can't recall the broken strings of the song, the mournful songs, the falling peach blossoms for several seasons, the flying catkins for several days, and the snow all over the sky in winter. Can love and hate transcend life and death? How many thousands of years of love and hate have passed through the reincarnation of life and death? When will the lingering wind stop being entangled? When will the phoenix be unable to cross the mountain of helplessness? But yin and yang are just as far as a tear falling thousands of miles away. Twenty years later, there is a new pair of phoenixes, let's meet in Nirvana.