In the past twenty years, Shanghai's prosperity has been exhausted, and its reputation has disappeared like smoke. An EMI record was playing on the gramophone, and incense flakes were like crumbs in the sandalwood stove. The fate is changing with the fighting, and the storm is coming around. Before there was even a chance to fall in love, the city was already in chaos. The ambiguity of Shanghai is reduced to the foreign debts of the four banks and a desolate night in Shanghai. Their time has passed, passed...
The aura of the King of Jinling has dissipated:
Can't keep up with that prosperity:
Intention: