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Mesopotamia, the land of the new moon, who is murmuring under the silent yellow sand: "O God Naboo, please let the poems I sincerely write for her transcend fate and appear in front of her. God Adad, when the storm you dominate has passed, please let me smell her fragrance again and embrace her body. Goddess Ishtar, I swear to you by this land that is more precious than gold, please help me through this destiny and let me meet her again in the torrent of history. Ruthless time, I will never surrender to you Even if the sea turns into mulberry fields and the mulberry fields turn into seas, I will still wait for her return..." For whom did she become a time traveler, and for whom did he wait for thousands of years. This is a reincarnation of time, their love is tossed in fate, waiting for your arrival with a stubborn attitude.