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"Remembering Wang Sun: Another Gift to You" On the yellowing leaves, the cicadas' songs are few, Ink shades obscure the light clouds' gentle hue. The road is long, the wind high, a few lamps light the way, Old friends' affection, Wishing to be like two or three stars by the sky's edge.

Many happy, cheerful, and smiling teenagers gathered around a dark-haired, brown-eyed teenager wearing glasses, all hugging each other.

Many happy, cheerful, and smiling teenagers gathered around a dark-haired, brown-eyed teenager wearing glasses.

Many happy, cheerful, and smiling teenagers gathered around a brown-haired, brown-eyed boy wearing glasses.

Many happy, cheerful, and smiling children gathered around a boy with glasses.

"Remembering Wang Sun: A Gift to You Again" On the yellowing leaves, the cicadas' songs are few, Ink hues obscure the light clouds' gentle drift. The road is long, the wind high, a few lanterns flicker, Old friends' affections, Wishing to be like the two or three stars by the horizon.

"Remembering the Prince's Descendant: A Gift to You Again" Few cicadas sing on the yellowing leaves, The ink-like hues gently veil the cloud shadows. The road is long, the wind high, a few lanterns light the way. Old friends' sentiments, Wishing to be like the two or three stars by the horizon.

If you are to write about parting, you cannot merely write about parting. You must write about the bustling crowds, the waning moon, the laughter and sobs of the myriad souls. You must write about the mournful chirping of cicadas in the cold, the evening at the long pavilion, the sudden rain just ceased. Write about the flowing waters east and west, the myriad thoughts swirling in the mind, Write about the ethereal and endless drift of a single cloud. Write about the night rain dripping on empty steps, waking from a drunken stupor to gaze out the window. Then write about the dimming lamp in the dawn-lit room, the sleepless night. Until at last, a tight embrace, Unspoken longing, and one final word of farewell.

2. Hotel Room (Middle Area) • Description: o The main action takes place here. Siegfried moves uncertainly between the bed, the television, and the door. o The room is sterile and minimalist, with surreal distortions. • Design: o Floor: Cracks or inclinations, as previously described. The carpet should appear slightly askew. o Walls: Slanted geometry, pale colors (light gray, white, light blue). o Furniture: Bed, television, and small table, all slightly distorted or positioned askew. o Room Door: Visible connection to the hallway, through which light beams or sounds penetrate. • Lighting: o Cold neon light as the primary lighting. o Flickering light from the television, which turns red during emotional scenes. o Additional light beams through the door, making the room appear distorted.

Sleepless Damp clouds and a cold moon lock the window frame, In the small pavilion, listening to the wind, the water stirs with ripples. Longing for the person unseen since last autumn, Suddenly startled, tonight, the waning moon is incomplete.

Many happy, cheerful, and smiling teenagers gathered around a dark-haired, brown-eyed teenager wearing glasses, all hugging each other.

Many happy, cheerful, and smiling teenagers gathered around a dark-haired, brown-eyed teenager wearing glasses, all hugging each other.

Many happy, cheerful, and smiling teenagers gathered around a dark-haired, brown-eyed teenager wearing glasses and winking.

Many happy, cheerful, and smiling teenagers gathered around a brown-haired boy wearing glasses.

An amateurish, minimalist, and simple waterfall model made by an elementary school student, with the inscription "SARP DORA ÖZER 10/B 2568" on the side.

"Remembering the Prince's Descendant: A Gift to You Again" Few cicadas sing on the yellowing leaves, The ink-like hues lightly veil the clouds' shadows. The road is long, the wind high, with a few lanterns, Old friends' affections, Wishing to be like the three or two stars by the sky's edge.

If you are to write about parting, you cannot merely write about parting. You must write about the bustling crowds, the waning moon, the laughter and sobs of countless souls. You must write about the mournful chirping of cicadas, the evening at the long pavilion, the sudden rain just ceasing. Write about the flowing waters east and west, the myriad thoughts swirling in the mind, Write about the ethereal and endless drift of a single cloud. Write about the night rain dripping on empty steps, waking from a drunken stupor to gaze out the window. Then write about the dimming lamp in the departing room, the sleepless night. Until the very end, holding each other tightly, With endless longing still unspoken, you utter one final farewell.

Many happy, cheerful, and smiling teenagers gathered around a black-haired, brown-eyed boy wearing glasses.

"Imagine a picture of an illuminated master in his light, on the path."

Sleepless Damp clouds and a cold moon lock the window frame, In the small pavilion, listening to the wind, the water stirs with ripples. Longing for the person of last autumn, unseen, Suddenly startled, tonight, the waning moon is incomplete.