The most beautiful sunset

Time slipped away quietly, and the heat drifted away with the gusts of sea breeze. The setting sun also gradually converged on the light and became milder, like a big red lantern with a soft flame, hanging on the edge of the sea and the sky. Perhaps because it had been hanging for too long, I saw it sink slowly, just as soon as it reached the surface of the sea, it stopped smoothly. It seems to have resorted to the support of the sea, once again willfully jumping playfully on this huge bed. The sea lost its original color, as if it had drunk rose wine, and drunkenly overflowed with light and color.