I am stuck in the quagmire and cannot be free. I can only choose to ask the wild geese to send a letter to the Milky Way and ask the starry sky if it can relieve my heart. ——Inscription

As the night approaches, a ray of bright white starlight flickers in the sky, and a shadow appears in the rusty screen window. The gray sound and shadow sway numbly. It is me, sleeping, lighting a lonely lamp, and carrying a trace of thoughts.

I have forgotten why I want to sleep in the hazy night. Maybe it is my boring heart trying to listen to the song of the night. I leaned up, climbed onto the cold windowsill, and stared at the distant Milky Way.

The starless night seems to have lost the "color of the starry sky", but I seem to see countless stars dotting the black curtain, and another me is performing there, winning countless cheers and cheers. Everything is so real that I forget where I am.

Why do I live in this hazy night? I asked myself, at a loss, everything may be attributed to my endless laziness and arrogance.

Whenever the morning light lights up the night, I think I stretch in the sun, even if I bathe in the morning, but in fact, I let endless time turn into flowing water and disappear in expectation, but the missed time again and again cannot awaken my dull mind, nor the little starlight sleeping in my heart, they are difficult to fly high and shine in the sky.

The neon lights at night are gorgeous all around, so brilliant that I can't tell whether it is day or night, but what I want to see is not this mortal world, I want to embrace the nebula with both hands, which is more brilliant.

I want to soar to the sky, and the sky is vast. How unwilling I am, I dare not fall into depravity, I can only belittle myself in this twilight, but I can't become stronger.

So I look forward to a day, either far away or close.

After the day, I will not collapse on the snow-white sheets, will not wither under the warm sun, and I will not let time be crowded.

I want to run to the door, no longer in a confinement. I have turned the pages of the book and made the bed flat. I have no reason to go back, so I can move forward and upward.

I rushed to the ocean, wanting to reach the end of the world, but I had too many flaws and loopholes in my body, so I had to study hard and enrich myself, but I found that the sea of ​​books was endless, so I had to find an island, put down my luggage, and prepare for the next row.

After turning around, I shuttled back to many years later. Facing my old age, did I still remember my original intention and stick to it? I would only hold a book, go to a shelter on a quiet rainy day, and quietly talk about my childhood memories.

Accidentally, I seemed to be back in front of the window, staring at the sky, and everything disappeared.

Like a dream, I fell asleep, and only woke up when the bright sun rose.

Little did I know that when I closed my eyes and smiled, a little star was secretly climbing up, carrying a lot of fantasies, and gradually became brighter and brighter.

I am stuck in the quagmire and cannot be free. I can only choose to ask the wild geese to send a letter to the Milky Way and ask the starry sky if it can relieve my heart. ——Inscription

As the night approaches, a ray of bright white starlight flickers in the sky, and a shadow appears in the rusty screen window. The gray sound and shadow sway numbly. It is me, sleeping, lighting a lonely lamp, and carrying a trace of thoughts.

I have forgotten why I want to sleep in the hazy night. Maybe it is my boring heart trying to listen to the song of the night. I leaned up, climbed onto the cold windowsill, and stared at the distant Milky Way.

The starless night seems to have lost the "color of the starry sky", but I seem to see countless stars dotting the black curtain, and another me is performing there, winning countless cheers and cheers. Everything is so real that I forget where I am.

Why do I live in this hazy night? I asked myself, at a loss, everything may be attributed to my endless laziness and arrogance.

Whenever the morning light lights up the night, I think I stretch in the sun, even if I bathe in the morning, but in fact, I let endless time turn into flowing water and disappear in expectation, but the missed time again and again cannot awaken my dull mind, nor the little starlight sleeping in my heart, they are difficult to fly high and shine in the sky.

The neon lights at night are gorgeous all around, so brilliant that I can't tell whether it is day or night, but what I want to see is not this mortal world, I want to embrace the nebula with both hands, which is more brilliant.

I want to soar to the sky, and the sky is vast. How unwilling I am, I dare not fall into depravity, I can only belittle myself in this twilight, but I can't become stronger.

So I look forward to a day, either far away or close.

After the day, I will not collapse on the snow-white sheets, will not wither under the warm sun, and I will not let time be crowded.

I want to run to the door, no longer in a confinement. I have turned the pages of the book and made the bed flat. I have no reason to go back, so I can move forward and upward.

I rushed to the ocean, wanting to reach the end of the world, but I had too many flaws and loopholes in my body, so I had to study hard and enrich myself, but I found that the sea of ​​books was endless, so I had to find an island, put down my luggage, and prepare for the next row.

After turning around, I shuttled back to many years later. Facing my old age, did I still remember my original intention and stick to it? I would only hold a book, go to a shelter on a quiet rainy day, and quietly talk about my childhood memories.

Accidentally, I seemed to be back in front of the window, staring at the sky, and everything disappeared.

Like a dream, I fell asleep, and only woke up when the bright sun rose.

Little did I know that when I closed my eyes and smiled, a little star was secretly climbing up, carrying a lot of fantasies, and gradually became brighter and brighter.