To be together is not to walk peacefully and beautifully together, but to have that unsatisfactory road... The warm sunshine of

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sprinkles on every corner like gold, and the gentle breeze permeates with pleasant ease, as if everything carries happy hope.

"Sunshine is still so beautiful..." Gently, with a little husky soft voice line along with the breeze, even so, people feel a kind of comfort.

In a wheelchair, a woman of unreal age sits on it, her long hair flutters like brocade in the breeze. She looks up slightly at the sunshine sinking to the west, her mouth lifts slightly, and even a light smile shows her yearning...