The distant song "Chess Pieces" by Faye Wong gradually drifted into her ears... On this spring evening, the breeze ruffled her long black hair, and the red skirt was slightly raised by the wind. Under the beautiful afterglow of the setting sun, the graceful figure on the platform looked so haggard. In this figure, I saw, no, maybe I felt a trace of coolness. In such an atmosphere mixed with sadness, I felt that only the desolation of heaven and earth was left in the square inch. My heart felt a little sour, a little bitter, plus a little bit of pain...
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