It was late at night, and there was a little light outside. There are also a few windows that are lit up just like my house.
Perhaps, in every house there is a man who refuses to sleep.
And I, listening to the lonely song, couldn't help but grieve.
Most afraid of the coming of the night, it mercilessly peeled off my coat and spied on my inner fragility.
I'm not a strong person, at least on my heart.
The superficial strength is for others to see, do you see me strong? Well, then I'm strong.
The aroma of the coffee is still in the mouth, why do I just feel fragrant but not a hint of sweetness.
Oh, it was I who forgot to put sugar, sugar, which confused my sense of taste, and dazed my eyes.
Did you see, saw my eyes!
Please look at me!
If it is a smile, I am as beautiful as a flower in the sun, but it is as simple as water, as clear as water.
Water as transparent as me, do I still need to inquire? Need to be prepared?
In itself, you can easily accept people like me.
Be your friend, warm your life, and when you are sad, I also want to talk to you.
I thought of beer, of the frothy drink.
Through the wine glass, I saw a hazy figure.
I don't get drunk because I get drunk easily, so sober because of rejection.
