The prosperity was gone, leaving only a place of cooling fireworks.
The beacon fire has been extinguished, and only the warmth of collapse remains in the palm of my hand.
Crying hoarsely, when will I learn to cry again?
The name that no one answered finally became an ink in history.
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Dynasties have changed, and the traces of time have faded away.
Suddenly, thousands of years of running water fulfilled destiny.
Are they destined to be separated again, or will they last forever?
In fact, as long as you are around, it is enough.
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Well, I originally wrote this article with a friend, but in the end she decided not to write it, so... I filled it out by myself...
Also, don't take history seriously. This background is fictional, probably at the end of a dynasty that is about to collapse.