Looking at the light sunset in the city and the silent wind blowing by, in the end I could only choose to smile silently with a tacit understanding. Since they are already familiar with each other, there is no need for such a dramatic ending. Look at the city's soft sunset, gently blowing in the wind at the turn of spring and summer, projecting a soft light that envelopes every corner of this small courtyard. Is it the beginning or the end. None of this matters. The important thing is that we have all been like this in the sunset of the city, and finally spoke those inner words without reservation and bravely with a smile, even if they will be distantly dissipated in the passing wind.
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