Midsummer Night's Dream

I was selling the sunset, and you generously sprinkled light on me like a god, and the world was lit up from then on. Later I discovered that it was the light in my eyes, but so what, I admire you, not your shining appearance. The wind blew and the leaves swayed, and I seemed to see her running figure frowning again, her hair in a ponytail swaying, sweating, legs raised high, and a pair of sharp eyes behind her eyes, which gradually became my definition of seriousness. The playground is her stage, the place where she sweats to her heart's content, and her serious look is still so beautiful. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.