Most of the time, I am walking alone on the road, and the car lights shine on me, and the momentary light always makes me feel dazed. But after being with you, I no longer feel this way. I like you so much. Because I know that only you can illuminate my surroundings and drive away the bitterness and uneasiness that the night brings.
The lighthouse is you, the street lamp is you, the light of the firefly is you, and the lamp in front of the desk is also you. It makes me feel that its ability to shine does not rely on electricity, but on you.