Yao Guangmei

Yao Guang sings, will the hosta flower still have the tassels from thousands of years ago? Emperor Tanwu, can your flute still lead me to good deeds? The mountains are miserable and the light is not there. Emperor, will your brows still be covered with moonlight? Jiuzhen, can you and I make another pear blossom smile, and let each other lie drunk by the pool again? Fu Rui, you and I, sisters, have a weak relationship after all, and we can no longer dance with you... Back to the starting point, Hosta is no longer careful about practicing Taoism, sister Nuwa? I, Yaoguang, turned out to be a divine king... This time, I, Yaoguang, put away my humble heart and will no longer hold back or shed tears...