The night is like ink, the drizzle is like silk, the night does not hook people, the rain does not lift the heart, everything is empty and sad. When I opened the window, my sight stroked the dim night outside the window. My thoughts drifted in the scenery I walked all the way, recalling the dryness of my memory. Sigh! Time flies like water, time is like wind. A gentle blow will last for several years! In this prosperous city, I stumbled and searched. Struggling, looking for the blue sky and mountain that belongs to me. But now I stop and suddenly feel it! Very tired, very tired, I really want to find a post station, have a good rest. Then gently stroked my shadow, sorry! It makes you feel wronged… most of the time I am stupid and naive. He naively believed in fate, and then was led by his nose silently. It seemed that I went into the maze and went back to where I was… but unfortunately, I couldn’t go back to where I was. Because, time has carved the imprint of memory in my heart, and left the gradually mature wind and frost on my face. Time is laughing at me and wasting it! Life is also satirizing the mess I brought to it. Looking in the mirror, I saw a few more white threads on my head. I asked the time, when did you dye it for me? Time did not answer, because it had gone far. I asked about life, and life sneered at me. Look for it on me, but I still didn’t find it. So I was at a loss! I don’t know how to go tomorrow’s road, let alone when it is the end of the road… the night wind is blowing… the night is low! The night rain outside the window was getting bigger and bigger, falling under the dim street lamp, splashing the ground and losing my eyes…

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