Light is the messenger of the night

The night, sometimes hidden, sometimes moving, like a ghost that comes out of the night, sometimes in the air, sometimes in the wilderness, sometimes sneaking into the bustling downtown, floating...

The night is a fig leaf, and those who cannot see the light are stirring in the night, and desire and sin are stirring unscrupulously in the night... And hypocrisy and ugliness are also extremely vented in the night.

The black eyes in the dark night are like a Dharma sword, searching in the dark night sky... while the night sky mercilessly devours the truest and most beautiful justice in the world under the black eyes.

The silence of the night, the silence of death, like a monster that has been sleeping for a thousand years, hides an unspeakable crisis under the silence, and at any time overturns the beauty and tranquility of the past, and overturns a smile on the face of the Mona Lisa.

The moment the sun rises over the horizon, the light of the sky instantly drives the night away without a trace, and the beauty of the eyes jumps into view.

The black eyes in the dark night finally found me to the light of the world, became the sunshine spirit, let the ugliness of the world be displayed in the world, and let the beauty always reside in people's hearts.