In the dying city, too much loneliness is wandering. How can I hide my crying by collecting your loneliness. The blue color follows me like a shadow. I thought that if I don't forget it deliberately, it will slowly fade away, only to find that the longing has flowed into my blood and will be with me until the end of my life.
This is a moonless night, this is a city without you.
This is a strange city, this is a city that leaves too many shadows of you...
On such a night, Lan Yue was tired of insomnia. The coffee exuded a charming aroma under the light. She walked towards it quietly. She should have a good rest. The coffee flowed into the waterway during the struggle, and the last drop fell with her tears.