It's like a red signal light, shutting down my heart, calling me, I can endure the noise, I really want to escape somewhere else.
Like a blue signal light, messy hair, sitting in the corner, turning around is dangerous, I can only look at him.
The neighboring couples enjoyed my love songs in this crowded attic.
The kitten in the coffee shop wiggles its red toes, just like you who came to me at some point, just warm.
Love comes one after another, just like the kitten in this coffee shop, leaning on it lazily and murmuring all its life.