The afterglow of the sunset warms my dream, the temperature of your palm, the warmth of my chest, the residual warmth of your leaning on my shoulder, dispelling the biting cold wind in winter, I am a wild cat curled up in the dark night with thorns staring at the blue eyes, avoiding the dark void and living in his own world, watching the stars at night, listening to the ethereal dream, fear of injury, fear of putting down your pride, covering layers of cocoons, building hard walls, thick shells on the back, walking at strange intersections, walking through familiar long streets, seeing familiar scenes, hanging red lanterns there are only layers of candles left in the sunroof lights. The warm candlelight hurts the eyes of wild cats. Wild cats quietly hide under the eaves of the eaves. The windowsill looks at the scene of happiness. Don’t want to disturb your happiness. Just want to watch your happiness. Watch your happiness outside the window be a lonely wild cat full of thorns in the dark night accompany the night gradually dawn the remaining temperature you leave is my warmth I bury it in my heart but you don’t know me I don’t want to be a wild cat waiting for the lonely night. I don’t know I am a wild cat that can’t keep warm every night, cry till dawn, let tears stay with me overnight happy you in the candlelight, tears outside the window

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