These days the child is not at home, you can work overtime every day until after 9 o'clock in the evening, come out of the subway station, walk home in the moonlight, there is a kind of empty world, solipsistic freedom. Lie on the head of the bed when you get home

The child is not at home these days,

You can work overtime every day until after 9 p.m.,

Coming out of the subway station,

Walk home in the moonlight,

There is a kind of heaven and earth empty, solipsistic freedom.

When you get home, lie down at the head of the bed to listen to music,

The body and mind stretch and the mind flutters.

I haven't felt so relaxed in many years.

People to middle age,

Day after day, I was trapped in the rice oil and salt and the case,

Physical and mental exhaustion and nervousness in the workplace

What is more than just a tired heart?

Under the heavy flesh shell,

Even if it's a moment of divine thought

It's all a rare luxury.