"The moonlight is perfect tonight, why don't you just follow me?" "Ah, I've prepared pillows, but your current body - I'm afraid you can't bear it"... "If the sky doesn't die, our love will never die." "If the sky doesn't die, I will die." Many years later, a man in a moon-white shirt stood with his hands behind his back. At the top of the city, looking up at the sky, "Sky, are you really dead?"... "Scream, scream, wait until your throat is broken by shouting, and then I will consider whether to wake up." Many years later, the man screamed the name of the person in his arms at the top of his lungs, "I have shouted the name of the person in his arms, why are you still unwilling to wake up?"
(Borrowing river pictures as material)
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