A poetic immortal looked up to see the moon, bright, huge, hanging in the sky as if within reach. He picked up…
A poetic immortal looked up to see the moon, bright, huge, hanging in the sky as if within reach. He picked up his brush and wrote the masterpiece In the Quiet of Night, which has been passed down through the ages. Later, the glorious Tang Dynasty fell, its pillars collapsing. On nights when the moon is full, some have heard the lines of In the Quiet of Night recited from the moon. Its sorrow is unbearable, its grief resonates even with people today.
People say this is the cry of the fallen Tang. Displaced souls, upon hearing it, look up to see the same moon the poetic immortal saw and hear the echoes of the glorious Tang. No one knows if this is true, an illusion, or just the delirium of the homeless.