At this moment, the cat's tears spread out in dark green waves on the painting's skin. I am just a casual spectator of it. Even if I devote all my prayers, I have never entered anything.
The painting contains rich thoughts that are more spacious than the stars in the wild, but the cat is not qualified to get it, which makes her feel the endless distance. She understood that she had been forgotten by the world. She went far away and never came back.
Cats really miss out on love. She didn't understand that she and Hua were equal. Hua might have received a lot of sincerity like a cat, but the time the cat spent for it made her heart only belong to her. It was a unique flower that bloomed to its twilight. She should be happy about it.
The quiet sunlight splashed in the art gallery in the afternoon, drowning out all expressions of thoughts. Whoever gets it or who loses it will be reflected brightly and fragrantly by the sunshine. Time will make us indifferent.
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