I long to buy osmanthus blossoms and drink with you as we travel, yet in the end, it is nothing like those carefree days of youth. Now the wind rises once more in Chang'an, and the young ride fine horses in splendid clothes, brimming with ambition.
There is no golden finger, no gift for remembering everything at a glance. All I have is the chance to relive a regret-free journey of youth in this ancient city.
