Falling Phoenix and Setting Sun

The floating life is like a green duckweed, but it has endured for three dynasties, and its heroic appearance is reflected in the painting. It is not greedy for power, but only wants to entrust the love. However, the emperor's heart is fickle, and his family affection is only a few points. The beauty looked back and sighed: In this life, I have become chess pieces and puppets, but I just want to be my own master. Above the pavilion, the flowers are withering, the heroes are losing their spirit, and the mountains and rivers are in danger. In the end, it's just that we cry for the setting sun like blood, and it's sad that the fallen phoenix never returns.