The floating life is like a painted dream, with a green light in a trance, swaying step by step, and the clouds disappear in an instant.
Borrowing people's eyes, lingering in sorrow until they are gone, there will be no return.
I don't want to say that this is not Zibaiyu. Everyone has a place that no one knows, a scene that no one knows.
Abandoned, only living in a dirty but beautiful place. If it were me, it would be a sleepless night.
Tonight, no one will sleep in my world, and the green light will flicker until dawn...