Something like Jiewang? A long lyric? A warning to the world? Satire? Several thoughts flashed rapidly through Han Zhi's mind. The poignant tragedy of Chi Ling?
It could be used, but it wouldn't quite work—that tragic grandeur of "though lowly, I dare not forget to worry for my country," clashed too severely with this bustling prosperity and the Fan Tower, which deliberately cultivated the refined elegance of the "Bianliang Autumn Rhymes."
Liu Yong's lyrics were lingering and emotionally poignant, fully expressing the romance and worldly charm of the marketplace, making them the darlings of the pleasure quarters. Himself... what did he have? Although Jiewang was also written with a lingering poignant emotion, it carried a bit more desolate sorrow and the pain of "love that cannot be attained."
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