I don't know, and I haven't seen what she left for me. After I learned that she was the ancient capital of the Thirteen Dynasties, I started looking for it. Looking for what she once wanted to leave to me, looking for her that belongs to me.
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The city is still noisy, but it is helpless.
She and everything belonging to her watched the history that settled on the tip of my pen in deathly silence.
When history settles on the tip of my pen and is deeply imprinted on the ancient-scented paper, she begins to slowly belong to me.
The sky outside the window is still filled with haze, and the heavy atmosphere is still mixed with a little bit of sad rain.
I don't know whether I feel relieved or heavy after writing down history. An indescribable atmosphere was rising in his chest.
I don't know whether it is the first time or the last time that I heard the inspiration and call from history, and consciously or unconsciously felt the timeless charm that originated from history and returned to history.
Maybe I didn't really find what she wanted to leave for me. But I found her, walking through history and into the eternity of understanding that awaits her...
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