"The clear breeze and bright moon only whisper the song"
"A glimpse of the light, waiting for the flowers to release"
"Xu Shi, will you be sad if I leave?"
"Yes, maybe not"
"... I'm sorry"
I crushed the sunset into pieces and sprinkled it into the sea. The clouds in the sky collected the marks of the setting sun and were dyed with orange "dust". They were reflected on the water to form a golden avenue. They said goodbye to the sunset in their own way.
I like sunset. When dusk falls on me, there are no fireworks or dust, only light and hope.
"We will eventually have our own dusk"
"I want to kiss you at dusk"
Intention: A different kind of redemption