That cold night sky, no matter how dark and empty it is
It's also the only place where lonely flowers can bloom.
The white clouds are bright and the sun is shining, full of joy and unrestrainedness
But I can never forget the beauty and sadness in the dark night
On the train, in the carriage, panic
You can see scattered lights outside the window, which makes you feel a little sad.
My eyes don't want to leave the scenery outside the window
This train takes 12 hours to travel
I thought all God's children danced
But that's not the case
Wen said: Why are there always many girls and few boys in your novels?
I said, I don't know. Let's change it.