The cruelty of death lies in the real pain it brings to the end, but it does not bring the end. - Kafka

At midnight, the moon casts its cold light on the earth, with a hint of coolness.

The black clouds swallowed the glowing cold moon into the stomach, leaving no trace of light.

Only the overwhelmed stars remained, blinking and watching everything.

A street lamp in the park, the light is dim, flickering and dimming, as if it is shivering by the wind, and under the light of the street lamp is the park bench, which is covered with small advertisements, like scars.

At the end of the park there is a figure of a person, the figure of which blends into the darkness, clearer and more blurry.

The figure sat down on a bench with a suitcase, and there was no one around, and the atmosphere was very eerie.

The moonlight shone on the bodies of the "two of them", each flashing with different colors, the grass on the side of the road drooped its head, waiting for them to pass, some flies did not dare to step forward while tailing, while beware of bats in the night, the moonlight became darker and darker, gradually obscured by the darkness, only the street lamps were still aimlessly on......

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