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Thousands of sails pass by the side of the sunken boat, and thousands of trees spring in front of the diseased trees. Love is private, like her hasty kiss on his cheek; ideality is a public declaration. When they see the end of the long night, they decide to hold the spark in their intertwined palms. This is not a cliched story of a young master and a singer. These are two stars who recognized the same frequency in the long night and decided to fall together towards the dawn, blooming into light. They are two immortal souls.