Dream Back to Evil

The nine-layer palace, the golden house with beautiful makeup, Still walking at night without rest; Who smiles at the common people who are in a sea of misery? When will Pingyang sing and dance, new favorites will come again; Outside the curtain, in the cold spring, you give me brocade, Three Lives, Three Worlds, Ten Miles of Flower Terrace; Endless drops of blood and tears, endless spring willows in bloom, Just waiting for the spring flowers to fill the painting building and the sweet lady tossing red beans.