The top of the flame
At the foot of the sunset, the vast dusk is gorgeous and supreme, maturing in the sadness of autumn. The earth is ablaze and the red horizon is rolling in, which makes people heroic and dazzling. The lights at dusk are separated from life, and the people feel ten thousand times the pain. The coming of night is rolling in their hearts, and the dust of time is holding me and jumping on the red mountain. No one will answer whether I live forever or die young. On the contrary, this night is infinitely painful and infinitely long. Cutting blood vessels is very painful. The sunset is bright and red. I hope lovers get married. I hope love can last a lifetime, or on the contrary, it will be extremely short, very short. I will never mention the pain and happiness of the past again. Life does not bring death, and the evening is gorgeous.