----If you think about self-pity
In ancient times, there were phoenixes with smiles and beautiful faces, but now there are hibiscuses that fill the garden with tears.
The strings of the phoenix are broken and the beauty is scattered, and the hibiscus tears dry up all over the garden.
A hundred years of mundane dreams are gone, and I feel pity for myself!
It is better to sing a happy song and let the floating clouds embrace the moon and make the world smoother!
(I'll regret it if I don't read it... But, novices, please don't enter)