The red sunset is already crumbling. Although there is still the brilliance of the sun, it has lost its dazzlingness and dazzlingness. It has faded like the remaining candlelight, bringing loneliness, loneliness, helplessness and helplessness and falling down the mountain top. Suddenly, only the faint refracted light refused to disappear. Is that light me? Is that sunset his? Is he telling me something? Looking at the afterglow, I pondered. Suddenly he burst into tears.