Life is like a dream painted on a canvas. In a daze, a solitary green lamp sways as I walk, step by step. In an instant, the clouds and mist disperse.
Borrowing another's eyes, the sorrowful entanglement stretches on and on, then vanishes without a trace.
I don't want to say this is not something one can speak of. Everyone has a place no one knows about, a scene hidden from everyone.
Cast aside, living only in a place that is filthy yet beautiful. If that were me, it would be a sleepless night.
Tonight, no one in my world will sleep. That green lamp will sway until dawn...
It turns out there are still articles here...
Not bad, good work, keep updating
Come on, come on, come on, but it's best to use less interjections - what the hell. .
As an author, please comment first. You need to work harder. This Jinjiang website keeps crashing and my articles are always deleted. Poor life~