This world once had him, and I don't know if this was a good thing or a bad thing for me.
People and things that I thought I had forgotten until I actually stepped into that land, met the people from the past, and returned to the place where I used to be, did I realize that what I had been forgetting was just this city. This city had forgotten itself and the past.
The prayer wheel rings, the Sanskrit chants all night long, waiting for you to look back on the road. ——"Sanskrit Sing"
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