A silent autumn night, a silent room, a lonely heart.
Suddenly, it was raining outside, and a whistling wind was blowing.
I read at night under the lights.
Isolated in the hotel for a few days, a lonely heart has nowhere to stay.
Suddenly, a little bee landed on the page I had opened, refusing to leave.
When did it come in? Why fly into this territory that does not belong to it? Why did it fall on my page?
I couldn't bear to alarm it, and I looked carefully at the little elf who visited on a rainy night.
It was so young that its wings didn't seem to be hard yet. Maybe it had just escaped its mother's arms and had just learned to fly. Is it lost in the dark? Did it break in because it found a slightly open window and the lights were still shining? Was it frightened? Is it because of fear, is it stupid to fly in because of fear, because it needs warmth, because it needs light? Where does it think there are lights, is its sheltered harbor?
Unbeknownst to it, it flew into a lonely atrium.
The little bee, somewhat frightened, crawled carefully on the pages, crawling for a moment and then stopping, as if to observe my reaction. For a long time, he jumped up gently, flapped his small wings, and flew around in the room, but he could never fly out. I got up and walked to the window, trying to open the door again, but the window and door were locked, and I could only open a small slit. I tried to lead the little bee to the crack in the window, but the little bee still seemed a little frightened and repeatedly dodged me. I didn't want to drive it away, that would have made it more panicked. It's too small, and it needs more care.
I had to sit under the lamp and continue to read, but the little bees were always dangling in front of my eyes.
I thought, little elf, you wouldn't be here to accompany me, would you? Could you know my loneliness? Could you know my loneliness? Do you know that on this autumn night, on this long autumn night, there is a person who is guarding a lonely heart?
Perhaps, you have been here, and I am already satisfied. I always remember that in my memory, there was once a little bee to accompany a lonely soul.
You need your mother, or hurry home, your mother can't find you, you must be very anxious. Don't let your mother worry, go back, hurry home. However, there is still rain outside, and there is still wind outside...
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Suddenly, I found that the little bee was gone, when did it fly away? Why don't you say goodbye to me? I looked around, and I walked to the window. The night sky across the glass was pitch black, the wind had stopped, and the rain had stopped.
In the vast night sky, little bee, where did you fly?
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