Before sleep calls me to bed, admonishing me for my long stay, I'd like to mention that I'm happy right now. Both happy and nostalgic. Even though Altai Kai had bored me before because I heard it so many times, now I can feel their charm, the past running through their words. A thousand nations may fall, but as long as the memory stays long enough, its beauty filters through and invades someone else's perceptions. Now because of their pride and their fear of culture loss, I am given a strange show, as if they were telling me "Here you go, keep it close to you so that we may live forever in you. Never let us go... may our music flow through your veins and across the generations that will follow, and may we influence your offspring if even a little, even if they don't hear us, since we will have influenced the father and through him the son, so our culture may live forever, though diluted, in all of humanity".
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