That sunset, I vaguely remember, that man appeared.
"Come with me, okay?" He smiled warmly in the setting sun.
"Where to go?" I looked up, not knowing where to look.
"Get out of here." Leave without destination.
"Why did you leave?" I smiled lightly, heartlessly as if I didn't miss anything.
"There is nothing worth lingering on here." If there is nothing here, will there be something somewhere else?
But after a long time, I suddenly could no longer remember that person's appearance, nor his warm and tranquil smile, nor the answer I gave him, nor could I remember whether I had really met this person or seen that smile.
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