Kairui Yang
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My Way
If all this is true, I hope it can be a long and boundless night. One without stars or moonlight, just the damp, humid air, accompanied by a few muffled thunderclaps. But the rain and the summer sunlight can make it all the more real. Above the sea level, traversing ancient forests and tranquil streets, I truly feel that it is even longer than I imagined. I would hope even more that after every twilight, after every expansion, burning, and subsiding, something truly indelible remains.
