Beschreibung
The phoenix is nirvana, reborn in fire, peerless elegance.
Waving her hands she commanded the clouds and rain, inside the General's camp advancing step by step;
Of the men in this world, just who can move that rusting heart?
At the end of the dream, who will become her lifelong companion.
A painting of blood-drenched lands, how can it rival the cinnabar between your brows*.
(*TN: Cinnabar is a similar color to blood, and cinnabar between the brows symbolizes beauty. This line is an allegory to conquest versus beautiful women)