The sky was painted in strokes indigo and orange.

They joined the queue for the ferris wheel, Sakura voicing out her experience in America.

Her voice was his favourite music.
He would never get tired of it.
He wouldn't mind listening to it all the time.

The staff squinted at them while closing the door of the carriage they were in.

The ferris wheel started to move slowly.

The carriage they were in rose higher and higher.

They admired the scenery as the sun slowly disappeared from their line of sight.