Death is as gorgeous as a shooting star.
Life is as quiet and beautiful as the stars.
Some things may really be destined.
I don't know how those meteors felt when they were abandoned by the sky. They just destroy themselves to shine brightly to prove themselves.
Maybe Xiaoya will understand.
I don't know how I feel when those stars are used as background. They just shine quietly and hold on to themselves.
Maybe Ning will understand.
And I, after so many years, can only see the desolation behind the light.
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