Are You Coming Back Tonight?

You said that poor people don't fall in love with rich girls. I turned around and took a look at the vermilion-painted and carved door. I could see the national flag of Tiananmen at a glance. I feel sad in my heart, hiding my emotions, and ask you again where you are. Four years later, you said you were in Beijing. I was in a trance for a moment, and everything was silent outside the window. The gods were drunk and smashed the white clouds. Suddenly I remembered that you hated me the most at that time, so I went to Norway, where the snow was very thick, and it was a place far, far away from you. The WeChat chat box flashed, and you asked me: "Will you come back tonight?"