I lowered my head again, Lone Star, I just want to know what is west of the setting sun, because everyone is lying to me. Now I finally understand - I won't lie to you - in fact, west of the setting sun is happiness, lonely happiness, and this happiness only belongs to one person, you, my lone star.
I closed my eyes and could feel the last ray of light of the setting sun reflecting on my face. I knew that this blood red color would never fade away because it would carry me to the happiness west of the setting sun.
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