Sunset

The door of truth is slowly opening, the bells of chaos are still echoing in the world, the old strings of the piano are still singing, the spying on fate has not yet reached the end, lazy sinners do not want to make progress, or are trapped by fate, and the arrogant people linger on the top floor, and finally use their lives to lift the strings... When the sky and the earth are still gray, the forest hangs its head in the dark rain, the birds carry the sea level rising, their wings pass by, and the moon freezes in the cold wind. There are still springs falling in the stone stream, hiding the echo deeper into the valley. When the distant sun sinks, the burning star is cooling, the river of light solidifies into scars, and deathly silence is the only language. Yue remained silent, just waiting, just bowing her head. Under the tide, we practice lying - dusk is dawn, desolation is heaven, death is goodbye. And behind the tragedy, the mask of comedy is melting. Slower. The clouds in the distant sky will fall down and become a new sea. The salt in memory will urge new roots to sprout. When the old cocoon cracks, the morning dew Rui drinks is not a farewell, but just the first visitors of dawn. When the flowers fall, the branches are growing in the dark until separation becomes the shape of the next reunion. Destiny has thousands of postures - we choose this one: forget the heavy rain in the heavy rain, drift with the flood, and remain quiet. When all the times pass by, we meet for the first and last time.