The Cool Moon Last Night and the Wind Last Night

It's like I'm back to that time, She lay on his shoulders and hung in his hair, Walking in the sunset, slowly, the shadows drag so long, It looks like a dream that will never wake up... ==================== An old short story can be regarded as dark history, but it would be a pity not to release it and let it never see the light of day, so read it with caution Intention: When you are born, you will come back again, and when you die, you will miss your loved one.