In the dark night, a pair of white hands gently held the brush, and the slender hands slowly and flexibly painted on the drawing paper. Along with the woman's gentle and sad look, her majestic eyebrows appeared.
Bang - the slender hand shook slightly, and the pen that was originally painting fell to the ground. The crisp sound lingered in the hut, which was particularly clear, and then there was no sound again. Just for a moment, the air became silent like a tight string. In the darkness, there was only a pair of golden eyes, emitting a dazzling but gentle light like a golden crow.
A woman's sobbing voice sounded in the air, softly and inaudibly. The white paper was gradually wetted with tears, leaving distinct marks one after another. The last voice, the last remnant, was only one sentence. That sentence was heard by the passing breeze, and was taken away to that unknown place. No one will know it for the rest of his life.
No matter what, it can only be like this, just like that empty city, no matter how the tide beats, when it recedes, it can only bring back the loneliness left in the sky.
——The lonely return of the empty city in the tide