As the last rays of the sunset on the summit gradually faded out of my sight, I thought the sun was saying its final goodbyes to me.

When I'm still wondering where it's going? But on another hill it said, "Good morning!"

"Poetry, on the Island of the Heart" Chapter 60 The Sun and Me are in the middle of the hand, please wait a moment,

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