It's the night of early autumn. The faint sound of stepping on the leaves. The chirping of insects that can only be heard at night. The stars are scattered and the sound is soft.
You can only feel it at night, not the fear of darkness, but the yearning mystery
Endless softness, like flowing clouds, is clearly in front of you, but you can't grasp the loss of that moment.
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