Walking on the edge of the city
Night has fallen.
I slowly walked out of the construction site.
To the wind, to the rain.
Walk through the busy streets of the city
Walk through the green belt under the street lamp
Walk on a straight blind road
Walk past a bowl of six-dollar rice noodles.
I sat down to eat.
Walk past ten yuan of fried rice.
I smell the smell of eggs.
Brother migrant workers entering the door.
Let's go together.
They all went into the rickety hut.
Walk into a tired night
Into the years of wasting time
Lying in a pile of concrete
In the time difference of solidification
I now put the depth of the night.