The setting sun lies drunkenly on the top of the mountain, red as a fire phoenix, and the blazing fire covering its body sets off the deepening dusk on the horizon.
The evening breeze carried a hint of coolness, but it could not blow away the blood boiling in the girl's chest.
The dusk soaked the earth, reflecting the sad beauty.
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