Digression: The beauty of the night is that every day when you come home, there is a light for you. In the impetuous night, the streets under the street lamps began to become cold. Gentle nights, softening the people who return home. Leave the night to talk to the stars and dance with yourself.
Among the lights of the house, the lamp is yours
Someone buys drunk late at night,
Someone was secretly thinking about it.
Someone reads a good poem,
Someone is immersed in the past.
Someone spent before the moon,
Someone pushed the cup for a cup in exchange for silver two.
But who knows,
In the midst of thousands of lights;
Neither lamp is yours.
They preach your story, but can't see your sadness
They tell your story,
But can't see your sadness.
They figure out your style,
But you can't appreciate your loneliness.
You have won the world,
But you lose to yourself.
When you abandon love,
You have lost your lover's qualifications.
The aura of money is a false shot, and it becomes a shackle that you can't shake off
When you lose your ideals,
Dreams have made you out of the country.
The aura of money shook a shot,
It has become a shackle that you can't shake off.
Sigh, you under the neon lights;
Just a prodigal son with a vain name.
Oh, the mystery of reflection is,
From now on, there must be a lamp that belongs to you.
Evening of October 29, 2021
From now on, there is a lamp that must belong to you