Love on the Horizon
by Liu Ye
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Fallen leaves are a symbol of decay and withering, and their mood is almost sad. But those little leaves swaying in the air and turning upside down on the street still have their charm, their color, and their meaning. A man was lying quietly in front of the computer, the cigarette still burning in his hand. The silence around him was annoying, except for the crackling sound of the keyboard. Things that are far away don't seem to be far away, just because they still exist clearly in my mind, forever. "Thank you for your torture, which enabled me to be liberated and free," Luo Ye said ruthlessly to the autumn wind. "Excuse me, please trample me into powder and knead me into mud so that I can be freed and eliminated." Luo Ye said to the casual people.
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