Just the Pulsation of Wind and Heat

There is a music box behind the glass releasing a slow melody Someone regularly twists the clockwork every day to keep the gears running from day to night. One day, the little man on the music box got tired of the day after day of melodies and the regularity of the windows. He jumped down and jumped into the pile of debris, spinning and jumping... Even covered in dust, I dance in the dark A warm song sounded in the dark Jiang Chen/Zhou Xiaoyu I once regarded you as the bright moon hanging high in the sky, and a little light fell on me, but I never thought that you also coveted my brightness, as if I were the sun. Intention: I want to chase the wind, I want to feel the beating of life