Wait for the color of the sky to become dull, wait for the stars to replace the sunset, wait for the moon to fall into the world. I knew that night was coming. Whenever night comes, I have countless of my own. It is happiness, it is loss, it is quietness, it is temperament, it is thought, it is the true self in the heart.
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I like the truth that night brings to me, and only then will I see the real me, a different me than usual. I don't know if there are many people who are like me. At night, I always think and miss everything that happened. It is precisely because these things will bring me a different self.
Only when night comes, I fantasize about quietly exploring that self, the most authentic self. When the city lights come on, it's the most lively moment. It is easy to move the truth when you calm down and think in the most lively moments.
The night is like a friend of mine, because only it knows who I am and knows all my little secrets. When night came, and after pushing open the window to explore the deepest part of myself, the stars said goodnight to me.
I also asked the stars to bring goodnight to you.