Coming to senses from the mass gospel of the Holy City of Rome and the smell of candles, people would find Dulin was silent, cold and stern. It was probably because the people did not know how power and poverty of the city had come and passed by the journey in life. Dulin city was still calm as usual. Even the passing by of a prison carriage of the patrolling soldiers could not change its air.
Some said, "I would rather live in a wooden house in Dulin city than a large mansion with fifteen rooms in the village." Dulin was the melody of life that was composed with status, power and all bustling illusions in life. At this place, millions of candles brightened the starry sky. The moon in the 8th month was just like a gleaming silver plate hanging by the tall wall. Citizens who wore summer clothes and beautiful hats were going about on the streets. They were just like flies that had jewels embedded in them crashing around the magnificent buildings.
