The quiet night wind, the softly gleaming starlight, solitary tree-lined walking trails, searching for the breathing grass, aroma confused in the emptiness of their own helplessness, silence filled with the gray dust of the world, as if never seeing the sun. The people on earth, how do they live with a detached melancholy, lonely little star's heart.
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