Looking Across the Bridge at Night

My mood fluctuates day and night, and I ponder on the paper with my pen tip. The inspiration that emerges every day turns into small stories, looking for a way back in the fog. ①: The canary who pursues love desperately breaks free from the locked iron cage. She is indifferent to the world and blindly believes in the lies of the crow. At the moment when they embrace each other freely, she turns into a nightingale crying blood. Only the moon witnesses her innocence - "This is not love." ②: Waking up is painful, the days when the night reigns and the subjects exist against their will; sleeping deeply is painful, in the dream wine bottles are scattered on the ground, and the fragments outline helpless moans; living is painful, the walking dead survives, only alcohol anesthetizes the tired nerves; death is painful, the smoky world cannot tolerate the incompatible body; only long drunkenness is happiness. ——"Wine"...... Purpose: I hope everyone can find something they like