The Xuanhe Chronicles

It was a day when I was twenty. I realized history could not speak.

That day, I read about him in the history books. Somewhere, I met her.

But he could not speak, and I did not know how to talk to her.

In the end, I finished reading about him and let her down.

Now I write once more about days gone by in the Great Song,

to speak for him, and talk with her.