The phoenix is indispensable
The sound of the phoenix enters the infernal crossing, and the previous dust is sparse. She has a temperament like an orchid, a talent better than a fairy, a piccolo in the forest, and she is full of lovesickness. couldn't bear it, the family and the country were ruined, and he drew his sword awe-inspiringly, and he was obsessed with three thousand. Who recalls the past, the red leaves burn all over, into a pair of swallows. She, the jade yarn is light and thin, Dankou is enchanting, and the Nine Heavens Fairy, who is it for, she has fallen into the dust. The wind was stained, the bones were cold, the residual blood was stained, and it fell endlessly. Tomorrow and night, who still remembers, a place of snow, like a flower smile. She, dressed in white, is as safe as water, leaning on the railing alone, looking at it, the West River is rippling, and thousands of sails have passed. The lights and stars, the voices of the people, the flames of the troubled times, are finally flawless and beautiful, scattered and quagmire. She is fierce in blue shirts, gentle like jade, and the red wall is full of flowers, just like the first time I saw her. I once remembered that the singing was shallow under the lamp, the rain fell in Chang'an, and the green silk was pulled. Reminiscing about the past, the fire is raging, and tonight the sword points to the old clothes. She has the first makeup in a red dress, her eyebrows and eyes are vast, and she dances with her sleeves, and her elegance is unparalleled. It is difficult to give up a hundred years of love, and in the end, it will never recover, and it will fall into the world. After the blood flowed into a river, I woke up, you don't become a Buddha, I'm not a demon, you love me?
