The fragments of heaven pierced into her dream. Is the home in the dream still the same as before? The call from the midnight dream is so real. The world here is so wonderful, but also deeply helpless, as beautiful as a psychedelic rainbow, a world full of colors and neon lights.
The night was so long, and the heartbreaking pain came from the body and penetrated into the brain. The brain stopped thinking, and the soul wanted to jump out of the shackles it had given itself and scream. Wouldn't this be better?
On the busy street, she stood in the darkness, looking at the light from the window sill through a layer of gauze - that was her eternal dream.
Autumn! Don't pity her, don't laugh at her, she is just a passing guest in this world, she is just a speck of dust in the world of mortals, please don't sing elegy for her anymore...
In order not to leave any regrets, laugh out loud!