You are standing on a plateau four thousand meters above sea level. Under the sun there are ancient ice and snow, as well as plateau flowers blooming.
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After thinking about it, I posted this... I'm afraid it's destined to be a trap, but the setting of the article is so beautiful that it breaks my heart. I'm afraid I might have written it badly.
This is a story of fate. Two people were born by fate, met by fate, and separated by fate. When the snowdrop blooms on the sandy ground under the sun, kissing it is like kissing the most holy emotion in the world. The dew on the bell gathers and disperses, and the sunshine in front of the sighing wall disappears in an instant. What else do you have left in this world? Who passed whom on this journey?
Maybe there is no need to leave anything behind. The faces that appear in my mind when I realize this are the proof that you were once here.