Let's dream about the majestic Daming Palace, the shimmering Qujiang Pond, the Zhuque Street with floating lanterns... And the white-clothed young man who came on horseback from the smoke and mirrors of the prosperous age and dimmed this world of mortals with a smile.
Let me have a dream. I have walked across thousands of years of dust and sand into the Chang'an in my dream, but I don't know if I can touch that fallen leaf that brushed against your clothes.
Yimengjun Xi, you don't know