It seemed like I was back to that night, that year of war and chaos.
Outside the city, blood flowed into rivers, and corpses littered the ground; inside the city, a full moon was reflected on the banks of the Crooked Bridge, and at dawn people were homeless and sleeping on the streets.
Jing'er, they are my people!
The night in Liangzhou is full of sadness.
Your Majesty, memories start from here, but I don't want to wait for you in memories.