Flowers fall to the dust outside the window, and passers-by are separated without a home; the wind blows and the leaves dance to tell the story of my youth, and we have no reason to kiss each other from night to dawn. Finally, I know what sorrow is and what tears taste like; there is no longer my Chang'an in this vast world. There is no Changan in Changle Changan... There is no Ahli in Changhuan's elegance... There is no Chengze in Changning Changqing... There is no more youth... He sighed: No more... No more...
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
