The embers of the beacon sink into the starry fields, and the sun sets over the lonely city.
Moss invades the golden bird tiles, and dust locks the jade step marks.
I still remember lighting up the lamp to persuade, and warming the wine together.
Now the moon in front of the palace is as empty as ever.
Intention: This is a world full of fantasy and fairy tales... I welcome all my friends to travel with me to those endless past events.