The melancholy colorful clouds are flying, and the blue sky is falling. There are no albizia flowers in sight, and the acacia tree is empty. It's always a different time, so it's clear. They were sentenced to the longest night, and they were tired of the rain.
——Nalan Xingde's "Shengchazi·Melancholy Caiyunfei"
Most of the content in this work is purely fictitious