It is the night that lights up the entire day, and you waste away my youth.
What is a wound? It's just looking at a ball of bloody flesh, with the support of platelets, winning beauty step by step. In the end, the wound healed, but it left traces of the war. No matter how the wind and sand hid it, it was still an injury.
This heartless wound doesn't hurt, it's just ugly.
There are countless street scenes in life. I only focus on watching your leaving figure, while pedestrians pass by me indifferently. I have looked at the night sky countless times in my life, but I have never found one star that shines the same as another. And I have met many people, but there is no one like you.