The afternoon sun is so warm that it makes people irritated,
lying on the bed,
I was reading "The Bed Is the Tomb of Youth" written by Qi Jin.
It seems that every one of Qi's stories can find the truth around them.
Could it be that everyone is the same deep in their souls.
My bed is near the balcony,
Outside the window is the hot stadium baked by the scorching sun,
There was no one on the green lawn.
Not every time period is suitable for someone to be here,
Just like us,
Life is an ultimately deserted crossing,
We are just passers-by in a hurry.