They have beautiful wings, but they can't fly for a long time.
They stood at the highest point of the city, indifferent to the life and death of the city.
They are not cold-blooded animals, it's just that their hearts have been left somewhere.
They stood silently at the highest point of the city, their white clothes fluttering in the wind.
I am not a person who is very good at coding. I just want to tell it in my own language and tell such a thing. You can think of it as a story. I speak slowly, hoping you can listen quietly.
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