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The moonlight was still there, but I didn't see that his face was covered with tears. Two of them fell to the ground, silently imprinted into the dirt, and turned into two blurry trails of water. Everything was beautiful, the quiet night, the quiet moon, the quiet forest of silver fires, the quiet castle of darkness. I just didn't notice the sad water marks. Those are the marks of a broken heart.