In evening of autumn equinox, a cool breeze already blows in the park,
Between the boughs, the streetlights faintly glow in the hazy dark,
On the railroad trace, the fountains gush forth with various hues of light,
People're inhaling the clear air of sky, rejoicing and enjoying the night,
(Apr.3rd,2024, Kinsley Lee)
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