Mac lipstick Night milk - colored smoke rising ray by ray to the horizon with an incomplete sunset, smiles like a flock of sheep about to leisurely cross a small country road and head home, their mouths still fresh with grass juice. And I, I wait to see the willow pond where the light carried away from the pond turns into a dark reflection. I choked up; you did not come. You do not know how much I was disappointed.
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(Note: Some parts of the original text seem poetic or metaphorical, and may have been translated based on interpretation.)