The wings of the sunset are cut into 

Segment, string, slice 

One sheet, one thread, one trace 

Purple orange 

Orange yellow 

Pink green 

Turquoise blue 

Silk gray 

Silver white 

Blush 

Feather light gentle breathing 

Kiss, every minute, every inch 

Golden hue magnified by hundreds of millions of crystal balls. 

a face of memory 

At the junction of the sea and the sky, wave to me

a string of sorrows and joys, scattered and released 

Miss every love ，Get shelter. 

It seems that the wind has stopped around the edge of earth

As if the dream was resurrected through the setting sun

In the pupil of the setting sun

a meridian

Passing deep transparent heart

Meeting the morning and night in the body

Converted to

lotus

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