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The lonely back of the young man is integrated with the sea. Under the dim light of the lighthouse, he looks like a noble and untouchable god. His eyes were dull, and he slowly fixed his gaze on the wavy sea, so quiet and emotionless. The focused eyes spread out like a dream, and the starlight seemed to paint in his eyes, reflecting the entire galaxy. The sea in front of me overlaps with the shadow in my memory, sometimes blurry and sometimes clear. The monster from the other side of time whispered into his ears, cold and distant. Flor... Astrolabe, Sacrifice. He sneered miserably, showing unwillingness and many emotions that others could not understand. Already looking a little more like an adult, the young man closed his deep, shining eyes in pain, not wanting to let tears burst out. He thought of his father. My father said that tears are a symbol of weakness. He tried hard not to think about those scenes, as if he wanted to bury the memories of his old friends in his mind and dissipate them in the wind. The Wheel of Fortune has been controlling everything, paving the way for a doomed outcome at their starting and ending points. Only the process allowed him to have sweet dreams of good and evil. He couldn't help but smile bitterly, with happiness and relief in it. Life turns out to follow the direction of the script... He thought of that girl, who lit up a lamp in his dark and unclear life, hanging with warmth and touching each other's hearts.