When I was young, it was difficult to write about my sorrows. I woke up from dreams and sprinkled the clear autumn.
The warmth of youth is lost in a corner of the deep palace, and the vicissitudes of life and prosperity are only a dream. I will put all my life's tenderness in this flower of the other shore, beside the Sansheng Stone, looking back at Chang'an, which has been trapped for a lifetime.
Idle and old fortune, time makes people jealous.
Borrow the hand of time to carve the traces of the past one by one. The flowers have bloomed for ten years, but they have been forgotten for thousands of years. The streets are covered with flowers, leaving only a slight sigh.
That's it... There is no more Chang'an City in the world.