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The night is as cool as the water of the Turning Moon Lake, also soft and colorful. I could smell the wind blowing through the branches, and the sound was clear, like the sound of the black and white impermanence gradually approaching. I looked at him covetously, to memorize his last smile. Hopefully, he will not blame me. Just a long time, full of lungs only that kind of utter despair in the coolness, but not any pain to attack my body. My breath, still smooth and slightly...