After a light rain, the sky is high and clear, and rosy clouds curl around towering buildings. The Mid-Autumn Festival arrives, and he chances upon a beauty as imperial aura begins to show.
His bold ambitions remain unfulfilled as he climbs the tower, his sleeves full of heroic spirit. Don’t say he woke too late. With the last traces of smoke and wine fading, he will show what he can do from this day onward!
The synopsis doesn’t do it justice. This is a poem by Lu Yuan.
