Through the sunset, love is eternal. Although the sun goes down, love will not die.
Time heals everything. Time cures all things.
. Buried city, turn off all the lights. Bury the whole city and put out all the lights.
My sad sunset, like a bird separated from the air, flies to my sad sunset, my sunset-like sadness is like a melancholy bird, and the melancholy bird flies to my sunset-like sadness.
The sky is sad blue, the sea is the other way around, the sky is sad blue, and the sea is upside down.