Those women in the Han Palace...
Even if you smile beautifully
Even if she sheds tears
After washing away the lead
Behind those layers of make-up and powder that make people sigh
It's a face full of tears and blood...
Either naive or coquettish
Either charming or enchanting
However
the last remaining
Only by tasting the desolation and sadness of the world
Who can escape from this desolation and sadness?
The world outside the palace walls
is an eternal dream
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