The long black hair hanging down behind her back reflected the ripples of the moonlight, and occasionally a few strands were winding on her white shoulders. Her eyes were as deep as the night reflecting on the sparkling sea, and her thin lips hooked up in a strange arc like a crescent moon. They froze and closed... Riding on the wind and accompanied by the waves... Flying into the distance.
The afterglow of dusk bestows golden phosphorus on the deep blue sea, and the wind carries the solitary call of soaring seagulls.
People are accustomed to calling the land that is protected by the sun the realm of light, while the land that does not fall within this range is the realm of darkness. There are also places in the ocean where the sun cannot shine.
The air is filled with a mouth-watering fragrance, and the warm sunlight hits the wooden floor through the window. The vague consciousness gradually becomes clear due to the laughter and laughter around him.
The coconut grove rustled in the summer wind, and the red hibiscus was highlighted by the dark green toothed leaves. The waves caressed the silver soft leaves, and the laughter was as clear as a bell.
Time can dilute everything just like a river can take away floating sand, but the bedrock of the river bed never changes...
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