What she likes most is the way the sun hits her face and she smiles so brightly, like a child.
Every time she watches the sunrise, she brings her camera. She likes to take pictures of the sunrise. She said that the beauty of the sunrise must be preserved in the form of images.
She doesn't like to watch the sunset. She said that she doesn't like the end. There will always be sadness of parting.
The afterglow of the sunset hit my face, and the smile that raised the corner of my mouth could not hide the pain in my heart.