Wedge
in the early morning,
Have you ever gently closed the window and locked the starlight in your room this night?
I don't want this night to pass away quietly like this, my dream is still going on,
I don't want to face the first ray of sunshine in the morning, for fear that it will blind my eyes.
On the boundary between night and morning, there is a battle between black and white, a struggle between dreams and reality.
Open your eyes, close your eyes, time is eroding the soul, accumulating decay.
In the evening,
Have you gently opened the window and filled your room with the sunshine of the day?
I don't want the day to go by too fast, and I'm still immersed in the splendor.
I don't want to follow the first star into a dream, and I'm afraid that when I wake up, everything will be in vain.
Watching the neon lights filling the sunset, I was thrown into a directionless forest, lost in the light.
This is no longer a radiance, but a poisonous flame that burns the soul and leaves behind dirty complaints.
This night plus day is one day, but the night will always extend into the next day,
Is this implying that after dark night is no longer night, but dawn is anticipation?
No matter what, the day will disappear into the night,
The cocoon of the night will be destroyed by the day.
There is no ending and no beginning,
That's because the beginning is the end, and the end is the beginning.