Under the enchanting purple night, the bright moon is cold, the white clouds are frosty, and a pair of spiritual eyes are looking coldly at this glitzy, cold and warm world. In a place that can be seen and hard to reach, the girl's clear laughter crosses the sky wantonly, echoing here...
"I found... An interesting (slightly playful voice rising unconsciously) toy..."
"Brother~" Whose smile and joy are they?
Whose smile is it, gentle and doting?
Whose time stays and doesn't want to leave...
The light smile stagnated in the air; the lonely children's songs gradually disappeared; the little figure flying like a feather fell into the tender arms of the young man forever...
From then on, I couldn't see the moon like blood, nor hear the wind like crying - nor did I spend time waiting endlessly, but in exchange I got heartbreak like this, and tears dried up.
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Just like that, it was fixed into a painting.
If……