Hibiscus March

She stood quietly aside, just like the white lotus on her fingertips She is waiting like fire and song, but she is like hibiscus and peony Who is his weak water? Three thousand, only take one scoop Who is he who devotes all his strength just for the beauty's smile? The emperor's hegemony binds the dreamer in the world of mortals Hibiscus waits for you to come and bloom on the road in March