This is a hymn and a long poem belonging to travelers, dedicating the eternal silver moon to the sword and fire of thousands of years.
That heavy history engraved in the parchment scroll... Is sleeping peacefully in the spring soil.
The traveler's robe swept over the thick epic, which was a Peloponnesian-like myth, a carnival of destruction and rebirth.
Purpose: Travelers who stumble and grow up in revolutionary history learn to grow up and protect their families.