Waiting for darkness to fall in the melodious dusk seems to be waiting for one's own death. There is no sadness or heartbreak. It seems that everything is just taken lightly. Although it is not what I want, but when I think about it carefully, I feel indifferent. Just like at the beginning, I will die after sunset! Just like the foam on the sea! The fox smiled and watched the red sun disappearing little by little in front of his eyes. He watched his body disappear little by little with the moonlight, and he lost consciousness little by little.
Is death sometimes the best option?