"I once hoped for the tenderness of the gods, and I did not hesitate to dye my black hair into wine. The sunset collapsed in the sky, and the embers burned through the coast. I never realized that the rose could pick up the pen and describe this hazy mist."
Copywriting: She watched the young man's retreating figure. The setting sun lengthened the girl's figure, but the image on her back would never stop, getting further and further away.
The girl stopped in place, the stars in her eyes dimmed, and her lips trembled——
["Awan, goodbye."]
Maybe it's a pity to mention the most common thing in the world. No matter how fast I speed up my pace to run towards you, I still deviate from the route and in the end I don't find the slightest intersection with you.
Collaboration: @rou
Intention: Cherish