In the middle of the night, the dream returns to Sichuan, only the fragrance remains the same
Still not awake, sighing about the past, it seems like an old friend has come
After the decisive battle in the imperial city, Gu Xichao forgot about his past. I no longer remember fame and wealth, right and wrong, success or failure, high aspirations, and late night... But I still can't forget an old dream...
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