The Sound of Worship at Night

I cry in the night, Want to wake people up from their closed eyes; The moonlight shines on the seal of flesh and blood, Describes each lonely figure; Cold wind, malice, whispers, A perfect smile blinds the eyes of the gods; Tears, disdain, degradation to the bottom, The broken soul exiles the pure self. ........... ........... The above is my own original creation, and I want to show my embarrassment. If you can understand and accept the style of this article through the above short sentences ~ then dear ~ welcome to open the black door!