I Became a Light

Everything is like a dream. Bubbles evaporate. It's hard to keep people. When people left and the tea cooled, the remaining trace of smoke and smoke also dissipated with the wind. On that night when black and white were reversed, the world was also filled with a sense of absurd and nihilistic insignificance. The dream is void, like the stars in the dark night that are out of reach The reality is vast and small, like the calm and dead silence of the blue sea, the huge waves holding up the sky with silence The infinite vast starry sky. But not as bright as her eyes Wake up late at night and light a cigarette. Endless complex emotions swirled with a puff of smoke. It slowly faded away. Let's use a passage I wrote before as a book review. The book is very nice. It's just a matter of regret. Wish the author well. Ride the wind and waves in the rest of your life. One chance encounter made me know that light is blue