The color of the stars, cool, lifeless, is dead light;
It's like a sharp sword with an open edge. The snowy blade reflects the cold light of the night moon.
I looked directly into those beautiful eyes and forgot my words.
The second literary essay I published was a touching story about a grapefruit and a blanket, but it was a BE.
You can read the specific content yourself. If you want to express it as too literary and artistic, don't say it. We have always been like this in short stories, there is no way.
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