The palace of the First Emperor who wiped out the world, and the silent city guarded by terracotta warriors and horses, seemed to be the cold light of bronze.
In the capital of the Han Dynasty in Weijia Sea, Liuhua and Tianma brought the sand and dust from Yumen Pass. It was a mixture of fiery red and dark wind smoke.
In the unrivaledly luxurious capital of the Sui Dynasty, the dragon boat from Yangzhou had not yet returned to Luan, and its sad and beautiful rouge color had withered along with the jade trees and flowers.
And what about Chang'an with its peony liquor, Li Bai and Du Fu, and its colorful and feathery clothes? Is it the crimson color of wealth or the brilliant golden color? Or is it the gorgeous and mysterious emerald green? Maybe there are more incredible colors? Like the Dunhuang murals, like the flying music and dance, all kinds of strange colors rolled into clouds, holding up the dream city higher and farther, so that people in future generations can look up at it and feel a sense of familiarity that is both illusory and real. The scholar holding the white horse on Suzaku Street, is it you, isn't it you?
When the moon rises and night falls, there will always be some strange stories written. They use the moonlight as ink, write on the wind, and write on the water. They will disappear at the first light of dawn. If you catch a glimpse of the afterimage, what color would you paint for it? For this Tang Dynasty Chang'an that belongs to fantasy and night...
——Cousin Face, Night Song—What is the color of Chang'an in your heart?