In my young days, there was the story that " If the lovers who have date to walk along the stone walls of Deoksu-Palace, then they'll break up undoubtedly" Late fall day when it dawn, when I sit at the café near the Deoksu-Palace and looked down the Palace and Street, the dyed ginkgo looked splendid like the gold by the sunset. But there was a King who had ruined the kingdom and hand over to other kingdom, lived there in his last of his life. As the old body, he had played the billiards with the young ladies for all days and made love with them. It's only the stinky love, like the ginkgo nuts on the road at late fall days.
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