The sunset, with its tragic light, reflected the afterimage of the setting clouds.
The moon embraces the vast fragrance and exchanges the tranquility of the night.
When will your eyes stop being hot?
When will your back no longer look desolate.
Two fates are bound by a chain,
The key is in his hand.
Who said that the setting sun is blocked by the side of the moon?
Who said that the moon cannot shine without the setting sun.
In the alternation of day and night, the two contrast with each other.
There is only soft light, not tragic, not fragrant.
It was a thorough fusion,
It's another hope.
It is both the end and the starting point.
At least it's not sad,
At least no longer confused.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
